I walked in the rain
Feeling reborn
Fresh out the womb
Into the cold
There was no one else
I was alone
Sad at the bleak misery
Everything was again gray
A melancholy world
And you know what I thought
I thought “this is fine”
I was fine with the loneliness
I embraced the solitude
Where others craved happiness
I knew I wanted sad
Life is about balance
And I’m close to finding mine
Wrap me in melancholy
Numb my emotions
I wanna feel down
I’m gonna be chill
Life is real
Real sad (haha)
There’s more to be sure
But I’m fine in the gray rain
*Note: I think with a little more editing this might be one of my faves.
(Belart)
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Showing posts with label at peace. Show all posts
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Thursday, May 2, 2013
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Poem: I'll miss absurd solitude
Black Bleakness
Gentle Meekness
Combined with a fierce sense of self
Together a paradox
Yet no conflict is born
Internal or otherwise
Only my own agenda is in play
No other voices to silence
Or give in to
No pressure
Unless I want it
My machine turns
There is warmth with others
Abstract love, fun, and memories
But there is peace here
Though my thoughts can be chaotic
They are familiar
No cigarettes but I have music
And a pen & paper
Even without
I'm not lonely...
(Belart)
Gentle Meekness
Combined with a fierce sense of self
Together a paradox
Yet no conflict is born
Internal or otherwise
Only my own agenda is in play
No other voices to silence
Or give in to
No pressure
Unless I want it
My machine turns
There is warmth with others
Abstract love, fun, and memories
But there is peace here
Though my thoughts can be chaotic
They are familiar
No cigarettes but I have music
And a pen & paper
Even without
I'm not lonely...
(Belart)
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