Underappreciated

Overworked

Spiraling in a spiral

So windy not even God

Can see the end and it keeps

Going and going until

You reach a dead end and you have to turn around

But at this mark you’re so turned around

You can’t tell the ceiling from the ground

And the ground seems like a nice place to be

Because being is as inevitable as dying

But being just means spiraling

Not spiraling but bottling

Bottling and exploding

Exploding nothing because the bottle forgot what was inside

It’s been sitting there for so long

You can’t tell why, but you’re crying

Crying so hard and heaving

Not heaving but hurting, definitely hurting

And your eyes get all messed

And you try to block the sound

But you can’t tell the ceiling from the ground

And since they’re the same

At this point you’re already flying

So why not get some wings to reach the heavens

To touch the sun to touch the rain before it forms

The bottle before it gets shaken

The muscles before they ache

The heart before it breaks

Yourself before you’re taken

Just to sleep before you’re so exhausted that you can’t

To not climb but live atop the mound

And to tell the ceiling from the ground

I was painting in a daze

mind lost in a world

I didn't want to be in

I didn't want to be

I couldn't sleep the other night

and so my head was fogged

my brain was off

and the white paint covered the picture

Sweetly she shook me from my shadow

Serenely she said "is everything ok?"

She sang the words that stopped myself

from losing myself

Her hair was blonde and short

her name was zee

a little older than me, with kind eyes

the kind that can really see

Rhyming poetry is a little restrictive

Of course it can be effective

Depending on your objective

But for me its majorly addictive

Near rhymes barely scrape

by just like my brother in high

school. He'd put that little white tape

over his D in psychology.

It takes a lot of planning, scheming,

rewriting, rereading,

Odd becomes our syntax

attempting to make our rhymes exact

But when you're Eminem

and you've made your second million

you'll bow to the power of rhymin'

or at least appreciate the complexities it adds to the work :)

I hope I make you feel

as terrible

as you make me feel

The greatest gift

you've ever given me

was a black eye

the greatest gift

I could bear to give you

was a punching bag

You were bad this year

Very bad, worse than anyone I know

Careless, lazy, rotten, pathetic,

A godawful person.

Bad.

Deliciously bad

And you had more fun than anyone

How can Santa resist?

Look in that sock,

there's the cash you needed

for whatever

rubbish

you're thinking of doing

but don't forget to invite me.

Hey,

Read this quickly because there isn't a whole lot of time. Most importantly, you should really stop walking to read this because bad things can happen when you're walking without paying attention. Please look up and notice the coffee table in front of you a little to the left. Now pay attention to your feet. You are four seconds from catastrophe. If you would kindly step slightly right as to avoid the very painful crash of your toe into the bottom corner of that wooden table.

Yeah, I stubbed my toe. It really hurt. Save yourself.

You're welcome,

Your future self

The stress of the month melts

in the cold

and the cold melts

in your warmth

because even though this December I'll cry

tomorrow I'll be looking in your eyes.

Only today

terrible feelings feel

somehow sourer.

Even naked trembles

erasing tremors

turn failed faith.

When I feel something

I write

And sometimes when I don't

or can't

I miss the feeling

of ideas running through my head

and leaping

onto the white

My inspiration lies

in the lives of the people

I tell all my lies to

and those people

don't see what I write here

because when I type

there's no time to think

if I'm putting the words together

quite right

or if what I say

will change what they think

This is me without context

sometimes this person impresses me

and sometimes they put me to shame

but if I go on without this me

I don't really know who I would be

Thank you Prose

for this community