I Need You

I Need You

I’ve been very slow with posting my poems here on my blog. I usually just put them up on Instagram as soon as I write them. I have so many to post here but if you’d like to see all the ones I’ve written, you can head over to Instagram and give them a look. Thanks for reading!

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Run

You were at the tip of my fingers

The first thing on my mind

Embedded deep in my heart

And the last to fall behind

 

Now my finger tips are severed

My mind is such a mess

My heart only a muscle

As you vanish ahead of the rest

 

Only Yourself

I thought I knew better

Taking people at face value

You do not see it

But there is always a glint

Behind them

Concealed so well

Be good

But never deceived

Trust nothing

But yourself

Always

Pages 2 & 3 – Poetry Journal

Here are pages 2 and 3 of my poetry journal. I have only been able to get this far but I will get back to it as soon as I can relocate my journal which I seem to have misplaced. Whoops! Hopefully more will follow soon…contingent on me finding it. Enjoy!

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Catharsis

I fell back
Thought you were behind me
I missed a step
That wasn’t there
I fell back
Into a space
Undefined
But restless
Pacing to wear it out
Releasing to calm it down
Breathe
Tomorrow
I’ll be okay

Unconditional

You repeatedly said
Unconditional
I do not think
You know what that means
Not tearing down
Not scooping out
Not sacrificing
Beyond repair
That I lost myself
In the mess you made
And I reek of it
Deep inside
You wanted it
The way it was “supposed to be”
You wanted to take out
Everything I was
And fill to the brim
What you preconceived me to be
Did you wonder
Think to create
Something new
Without an instruction manual
Because the result differed
In reality
So you left
Telling someone else
Unconditional
It is not what you think
It means

Another Untitled Poem

I have
All the air
I need to breathe
I have
All my limbs
Free to move
I have
All my mental capabilities
To think how I want
I have
Choice
In things to be chosen
Then
Why do I feel
I am trapped
In a box without walls
Why do I feel
I don’t have air
Free to inhale
Why do I feel
I am on my knees
With a blow
Only I can sense
Why do I feel
Like I’m loud
Screaming
Shouting for recognition
In my silence
Why do I feel
Unwanted
Insignificant
A blemish
Permanent
Stubborn
Dark
Tainted
Only me
But
Unseen
So forgotten

Note: Symmetry helps me breathe.