My knees buckle,
My mind, it bends
My mouth stumbles
Over the words it borrows
From others with less sorrows
The color of my soul is a shade no one seems to like.
"There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up."
-Oscar Wilde; The Picture of Dorian Gray
Life is art
Art is beauty
Others are modeled
Life adds to them
Builds up their beauty
I’m carved by life
It takes and takes and takes
I’m art
I’m beauty
That eventually disappears
Because life has taken too much
the unbearable heaviness of girlhood / Su Xinyu / Lucie Brock-Broido
Thoughts run around in your head
Like trying to win a marathon
You want to listen to what is said
Try to pause and halt for some
But you’re distracted
And then they’re gone
-Rumi
I don’t
know
I don’t know
how to stop
Stop the tears from falling
Stop the fears from showing
Stop a life from being wasted
Please stop me
Stop me from wasting my life
Stop wasting a life on me
preoccupied poet, maude phelps hutchins
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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