I’ve got two personalities,
Not day and night,
like Jekyll and Hyde.
It’s kinda funny,
I like poetry,
But I also enjoy comedy,
and they are of two very different worlds.
My friends think of me as jolly and funny,
I think of myself as introspective and calm.
Everybody that knows me
knows only half of me ,
the other half they don’t always see,
They don’t have to……
I won’t let them.
These few days I kept dreaming about me trying to prove something, trying to persuade people into thinking that I am right about something of insignificance. I don’t do it often in real life, I just go with what everybody else think is right.
I think i might have issues with self worthiness,
I don’t think of myself as a piece of useless shit,
I mean I’m undeniably a failure in most aspects,
But not shit, not just yet.
I notice that people with low self esteem could be scary sometimes,
which is why I still could not understand why I have friends,
they’re too kind.
I’m not exactly bereft of all hope, I still believe that I will somehow be able to contribute to society,but not in the near future, not today, not now, not just yet.
We open our eyes
to wake up from dreams,
We open our books
to find them again.
Every morning I sit at the kitchen table over a tall glass of water swallowing pills.
(So my heart won’t race.)
(So my face won’t thaw.)
(So my blood won’t mold.)
(So the voices won’t scream.)
(So I don’t reach for knives.)
(So I keep out of the oven.)
(So I eat every morsel.)
(So the wine goes bitter.)
(So I remember the laundry.)
(So I remember to call.)
(So I remember the name of each pill.)
(So I remember the name of each sickness.)
(So I keep my hands inside my hands.)
(So the city won’t rattle.)
(So I don’t weep on the bus.)
(So I don’t wander the guardrail.)
(So the flashbacks go quiet.)
(So the insomnia sleeps.)
(So I don’t jump at car horns.)
(So I don’t jump at cat-calls.)
(So I don’t jump a bridge.)
(So I don’t twitch.)
(So I don’t riot.)
(So I don’t slit a strange man’s throat.)
— Jeanann Verlee
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It’s weird in that it isn’t weird
Anymore…
The way we ignore each other
Like we never ever met….
But maybe it isn’t so weird,
After all,
We’re just strangers with memories.
Put yourself out there ,
Speak up when you still can,
So that when your time comes,
As it surely must,
You’ll have memories of this world,
And it’ll have memories of you.
Weep Not for me,
When Darkness Falls I Shall be free,
Free to Dance in the Painted Night,
Free to Caress the Sky with Light,
Touching Dreams with my Softest Smile,
Intoxicated by this Enchanting Guile,
Weep Not for this Long Hour of Sleep,
Waiting, Silent, with the Secrets I Keep,
As the Heaven’s are Endlessly Turning
And the Seas I ride are Tempestuously churning,
Weep Not for Me,
For When Darkness Falls I Shall be Free.
~Original artwork by Cindy Grundsten~
(The first time I saw this was 2 years ago, and it still remained my favorite ! )
You said there’s no need to even greet after that goodbye,
But for the sake of courtesy I’d still say hi,
Knowing that you’d never ever reply.
Treasure and Bliss 