What would I do if you were to stumble?
I don’t know…
Since you’re always in your bubble
And when I ask if you’re okay
You take a second and start to fumble.
I can’t read your mind.
All I can say is, when, and I do mean when
Just get back up.
Simple as that.
Sometimes we expect so much from people who we give so little to. Not that we’re selfish and ignorant of the others around us. It’s just once we convince ourselves we don’t need anyone we stumble upon a place where only we could get ourselves out of and when we can’t we become so desperate as to call for others, who never knew we were there to begin with. It’s just human nature, I guess.
Swam depths to reach the shore
Riding waves and sailing clear
Hard to forget the waves of harmonic
Back when life was blue like the sky
And when life seemed so gloomy
We all become melancholic
When our vision is distorted
But the harder the struggle
The sweeter the rewards
God has a plan, For all of us
I feel like a king at times
This is my sweet life
The life I’ve earned
And when things look down
I just remember all I have ever done
If there was such thing as a simple life
We would not cherish our time and struggles
We wouldn’t understand the plans God has for us
So I wrote this poem to remind myself
that whatever happens
just keep in mind
If there was no such thing as struggles
It just wouldn’t be a sweet life
Elle est Belle
Excusez moi mademoiselle
Comment tu t’appelles?
And that’s where I stop
Must be her French allure
She has me
All these thoughts come crashing
Je ne parle pas francais
All I know is Elle est Belle
For love is a four letter word
I can say, I can spell
Just not in French
Constant pressure on my conscience
I’m such a mess. Mentally. Physically
I can’t pretend anymore
Watch my smile diminish
A blank stare, when you look at me.
False hope, I only thought because I was bored
Ah, the wonders of an idle mind
Stuck in a black hole
How am I ever going to pull myself back up this time?
Life still has its perks, I guess
I’m going to do what I always do
And just hope that it works
For I really can’t deal with the anxiety
But what I really need,
I need my Bed, Pen, Notepad
And some Black Tea.
My boat sinks slowly
I tend to worry about the Inevitable
Stricken by anxiety
Maybe I’m just a fool, Over thinking, Over analyzing
I can’t help but feel edgy
I can’t do anything but wait
As I juggle my brain, time and faith
The water rises, I take deep breaths
I close my eyes and prepare to dive
in the depths of my mind
All I have is this anxiety
At least I think I do
As for now I’ll swim in this deep deep ocean
Because that’s all I can do
Swim or drown in my sea of thoughts.