Dive into your creative stream
I have so much to say But the world might decay Fear hurts not as much as regret So I sharpen my sword ready to strike For my words are a weapon filled with might I look into the eyes of those souls Who were taught to keep their words behold Reassurance floods as for me I'm bold This is a new chance For righteousness to breed and enhance Something weighs on my shoulder It burns like ice yet even colder So I release Finally feeling relief This wasn't a war This was for peace For what is most valuable to me My morals that run glee So speak up for what you believe You might feel relief
idealism is a disease
the letter
Day-Dream
Attack on titian
Truth untold
A little boat at the sea
a tall child
The other side
no shape, no form.
Idealism is a disease
Once it enters your system it feeds off of your mistakes
It spreads like a wildfire making you quake
Symptom after symptom you start to hallucinate
A thought becomes a reality
There’s no real definition of actuality
All you can do is live in brutality
And endure that cruelty
There’s no one to blame but that little voice in your head
Making you wish on sweet death
Whispering to you as if it was your own closest friend
The doctors say there’s a cure
One that’s pure
But there’s a price
First you have to apologize
To the body you forced to idealize
A vulnerable state of you past mistakes
Drowning you in a lake
The water reflects an image of grief and regret
As it overwhelms you slowly you start to forget
A cold breeze of acceptance washes all over you
A warm feeling is new
A smile takes over you
Now you are cured.
this poem speaks about my struggles with anxiety and perfectionism. I hope you find a sense of comfort in it
Have I become addicted
to the sadness,
has it evolved into a hybrid
of apathy
of melancholy.
Will it stitch itself to my eyelids.
Will it clog up my narrow veins.
Is this the type of pain,
that drives my buried hope insane.