The Writings of a Failing Man
Thread Topic: The Writings of a Failing Man
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Silent strides
Whispering wind teases me
Pulling on my hair
These small things that keep me around
Amount to nothing in the eyes of others
It doesnt take much to make me feel full, but
Just a second later Im empty again
My mask has cracked thrice over
But nobody loves me
Love is that blue bird who dies the next day
A fleeting, fluffy dream
Riding on the whispering breeze -
I like how you said the wind was pulling on your hair, and saying it was teasing you
that's clever
nice poem -
Thank you, Im glad that you enjoyed it. :)
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Twinkling light fails to reach me
A tragedy
The smiles leave their faces
Staring at me in disgust.
Beguiling laughs
Harrowing gazes
These voices torture
I draw a circle around me,
To keep them at bay -
The moons fading light goes out
With naught but a whimper
The dim sun causes me doubt
Colors are lost to me
My friends are my enemy
Shivering
I havent always been dying
But my future was never bright
I cant even begin to love myself
I push everything and everyone away
How can you say you love me?
Nobody can
Everyones silent
I bite my tongue to stop the tears
Tearing at the flesh on my hands
Hoping Im so ugly I cant be loved -
Surrounded by friends I do not deserve, I retreat inside of myself.
I cannot fathom what value I hold
I am not to be loved -
The moon's light shines down on me, I feel its maddening grin. I am comforted
I sit in the corner of my own world.
The bad things do not reach me here.
I am safe -
Deep in my heart
There is a stream without start
What that means I do not know
The stream has no flow
It is still
I can drink, but not get my fill
I am not happy
But scrappy
Weak
Freak
They call
Upward these feelings crawl
I can't stop my fall
Glee I can't recall -
Happiness and purpose elude me
They are spectres I have never seen,
The whispers I cannot hear.
Who are you?
That's right, disappear
Leave me alone
I can't deal with anyone
Your smiles make me hurt
Because you have something I don't -
You and I are not the same. I grew up differently; unloved, cold, and rejected, even when someone was there.
I wonder why the little things keep me around?
Why do people say they love me?
How can they?
The little things are nothing to you
The little bluebird flies
Happiness is on its wings
The bullet of despair catches it
Happiness dies
My
Happiness dies -
Who needs me? I'm inconsequential, purposeless.
No one really cares to know me
I'm that wreck who sits in the corner
Shaking and trembling as the moon
Stares down at ME -
My smiles have always been false. A facade to keep those around me satisfied.
For as long as I can recall, my lips have lied. -
I love your wording! Keep up the good work!
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Thank you
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This one has no rhyme or reason, just like me. I call it The Little Boat That Couldn't
I don't want to be lonely, but I don't want company
Stranded at sea
Adrift in my own mind
Tumultuous crashing
Waves rock my ship
I fall
Grasping
Flailing
My hands reach nothing
Not a single soul is there
The waters are deep
Air escapes me
The mirror shows an ugly man
Thin as death
I hold no value
That thought is my gospel
The scars my verse
No words dissuade
Nothing reaches me
The waters have swallowed me
Don't reach for me
Don't call for me
I can never resurface
I am submerged
Wallowing in my tears
Drop after drop, they never cease
Forsake me
You don't need me
I am the blue bird
Your bullets put me down
Everyone thought they helped me
But their words never reached
I've always been drowning
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