They say sadness is good for art This may be true, I write best when my soul aches and dark clouds cover my mind They say sadness is good for art, but someday I’d like my happiness to be visible in every word I write.
My heart pumps words instead of blood. They flow through my veins and out my fingertips. keeping me alive with every sentence I write.
I put pieces of my soul on paper as though the act of writing is the same as breathing.
I keep my thoughts safe between snug lines on blank pages hiding from the demons that prowl my brain, looking for innocent thoughts on which to prey. I keep my thoughts safe from the monsters inside me. They mess with my head and make my heart sad. they turn thoughts dark with no way to […]
I guess I was right my demons are too much and you finally got tired of saying “it’s okay”
sometimes anxiety takes its toll you can see it in tired faces and skinny bodies in tapping fingers and bouncing legs in distant eyes and jumbled minds
Let’s get away for a little while to a place where no one knows us and pretend for a moment that we’re all okay
Someday you’re going to get tired of reassuring me tired of always saying, “it’s okay”
light seeps through the cracks in my heart Like the first rays of sun after a thunderstorm Maybe this time the cracks will split open, hope will shine through The dark sky will finally be clear or maybe not it never takes long for the cracks to close it never takes long for the rain […]
short one lined poem