Writer’s Block
I have so many thoughts rushing through my mind
So much to say yet
No words to write down
All seem to damn hard to find
My demons stop me from expressing myself
My angels must be busy helping someone else
I need to get these feelings and thoughts out of my head
I don't know how to tell you what I need and what I dread
Finding a way to push away this writers block
It's to hard
To depressing
I give up
I've stopped!
What do I know of Holy?
I made You promises a thousand times
I tried to hear from Heaven
But I talked the whole time
I think I made You too small
I never feared You at all No
If You touched my face would I know You?
Looked into my eyes could I behold You?
So What do I know of You
Who spoke me into motion?
Where have I even stood
But the shore along Your ocean?
Are You fire? Are You fury?
Are You sacred? Are You beautiful?
So What do I know? What do I know of Holy?
THE MOUNTAIN I WALK
I am broken and tired from the mountain of life I have treked upon
The road is rocky and the end is fatal
My bones have withered
And my heart is brittled
I have aged
My eyes have gone gray
My fingers have curved into the soil
And implanted my soul at the end of the line
I gave out
And sink into the shame
And I scream out Help
I couldnt walk this mountain anymore
So I take a deep breath
And etch my headstone
And write my script
I was so strong
But I couldnt swallow the tears anymore
I couldnt cry even if i wanted to cry
Because I was saving my last tears for my funeral
Because no one would be able to mourn my death
Because i am the only one who could bear the pain of staying
They all promised they would stay each season
Even the fragile falls
And the winter wills
And the spring songs of rain
And the summer swirls of happiness
But they left each turn of the year
Sometimes even months
They made a home out
Of me
And out they went
In they came
To keep warm
I held them from the storm
But the window of my soul
Couldn't withstand the storm
That was brewing inside of me
I whisper into their ears of magic wishes
Of love and crystallized hope
But I have been ignoring the pain
And stepping up the mountain
I have been ignoring the lump in my chest
I am catching my own sickness
I think its depression again
Here I go again
Plotting my own ending
Cant decide if I am going to imagine this one
Or make it a reality
I did everything right
I igorned the thoughts
But when the night comes
And overshadows my
Shadow
The monsters of the night
Come out and prowl
Of my insecurityies
And jingle chains
And toss me food to chomp on my own bile
Of me
Knowing that I am hungry
To munch on the pain
To try get me to reason
Why I struggle
Because I deserve it …..
I thought I was happy
Because i had friends who cared
But they all left
When the frown apppeared……
when you’re fifteen.
when you're fifteen
you're going to hurt
you're going to cry
you're going to be happy
when you're fifteen
you'll be told many things
you'll be blamed for some
you may have started the others
when you're fifteen
you'll get new opportunities
you'll become your own being
you'll realize what you're worth
when you're fifteen
you'll move on
you'll start something new
you'll reminisce about the past
when you're fifteen
you'll make it through
to sixteen