Pressure:
You try to breathe, but you're barely breathing,
You can't think clearly; you can barely speak.
Your mind is filled with needless thoughts.
Your cheeks are red and feverish...
-
You know what you must do,
But you can't bring yourself to do it.
Instead you jump into a thousand distractions...
Mindlessly seeking the thrill of the 'anything',
You cringe at the progress of time on the clock.
And with lips gone dry from an internal hell-fire
You continue to evade what you cannot face...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd June 2013
You should never attack a poet, by DearPoetry, literature
Literature
You should never attack a poet,
we are the best at exploiting weakness.
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
i-don’t-know-who-i-am-
anymore,
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
scribbled &
scratched out
of me.
i think of shy moons
an
I want,
the sweet taste of your lips on mine.
I want,
us to commit love's most sought after crime.
I want,
the heat of your stare to burn me alive.
I want,
to know the feeling of these quivering fingers on your skin.
I want,
with you,
to commit a sin.
I want,
those arms,
wrapped around me tight.
I want,
to lie awake with you,
each and every single night.
I want,
to lose myself,
in your eyes.
I want,
to love you,
as long as there are stars in the sky.
I want,
you,
every second,
of every minute,
of every hour,
of every day.
For as long as I live,
I'll pray.
Be my 'Him'.
Be my life.
Well you're already that,
and my life.
Perfection at it'
In this moment I know, I'm the longest distance away from God I've ever been
I hate this feeling, the way it crawls deep inside me.
I'm so angry I want to cry and scream at the same time
For disappointing myself, again, about the one thing I thought I was good at
I suppose I was wrong,
Because everything I seem to do, Sucks.
I want to rip my hair out and run away
I want a new life; I want a fresh start on this day
Why can't I, for just once, can I do something right?
No matter how hard I try, and when I try again, and again
Everything I touch turns to crap.