Wrapped Up Inside:
I apologise if the collision that is my venting
Becomes an overload of dismantled thinking
The space between my ears that I've been renting
Out to my brain in hopes of recovery
Has been awfully crowded as of late
It would seem the new tenant is an overworked
Desk lady with her files in a fucking state
I'm scattered all over the place
One moment I find the urge to write
About the past and the creatures in the night
That I know aren't really real
And it's just my brain putting up a fight
To the happy writings I deposit
In hopes of lifting levels of serotonin
I apologise for the clusterfuck of negative talk
The impact of a sludge like tidal wave
Because no body can get dry if they're still in the water
Just like the fact that I keep writing of sadness
Will prevent me from ever getting better
It's just that it can be hard
To always simply write
Happy fucking thoughts.
~J.K.M
Shame:
The pure instability
Of the power of shame
A flowing current
Without a name
Guilt, embarrassment
Betrayal of your own happiness
But god above tell me this
Why is it that when I am trying to feel happiness
I feel nothing but shame?
~J.K.M
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1. An Implication (Poetry)
PoetryPoetry for humanity. A collection of thoughts. An array of poetry displayed in raw light. "For what it's worth, not even words can explain the complications in ones head." ~J.K.M.
