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I've been standing still On these crossroads You left me. In the dust Encircling Your footsteps echo empty. Ahead my gaze Footprints in the sand Imprinted deeply. Turning, turning To catch a glimpse Of daybreak to see. The winds blowing, blurring Scattering. Yet trying to remain clearly. Awaiting first light. This brittle state shapes Wavering and unwavering endlessly. On these crossroads Where you left me Yours was a promise Mine is a plea.
Something beyond me. Nothing pragmatic about it.
'Home' is coming this year. I feel inspired by my roots.
Been writing all day. This was all that was left of my fried brain. -Tired.๐Ÿ˜ธ
Branches. Branches on you, for you. ์ž๊ธฐ์•ผ (This was sooo much work, I can't even! So proud of it though. So much context, so much texture.i really like it๐ŸŒผ๐Ÿ’–โ˜€๏ธ I hope anyone else does also ๐Ÿ’›)
My chest lays open Ribs spread wide My heart on sight. I show you Everything I show you all there is to see. I am afraid That is why. Parts are shaded You might be jaded. I wonder what you'll do. With my heart in front of you. When you see all that blooms, flourishes Everything that crawls. Parts are shaded. You might be jaded. I take a deep breath of blind faith. I show you Everything. I show you All there is to see. And I hope you are truth.
So many things I want to say to you But I won't Cause I can't Not because i don't want to But the timing is bad I'd be giving even more Than I already had. But all these things I want to say.. Sometimes I just write and write And I copy and paste But I never press send. Because the timing is bad. You don't even want to know How many times I sigh Pull my hands through my hair In frustration. And shake my head. All the things I would've given. All the things you could've had. If you would just create more time Time for me All the times I pressed delete. All these words on love. They would've been yours. If you would've made some time. My loving thoughts on you That now go to waste. Because you don't create the space To express, To give you all that I have. And sweetie, guess what, this also Is where I press delete.
Everytime I've opened my mouth You dont know what goes on once I'm alone That I slide down the wall to the floor. Gripping my chest Holding my stomach When it feels like its being sliced apart Slowly. How my cheeks burn from the tears streaming down them. How my lungs need to empty and fill quickly and fast But there's not enough air Around me The sounds of desperation. My limbs shaking. How I burn up drenched in cold sweat Feverishly. The seeminglessly endless pain Over and over. There's nothing I can do to stop it. It kills me Kills me inside and out. My mind.. I am so fucking tired So desperately tired Of this crippling anxiety.
I have horrible writersblock. Nothing is coming out except some loose sentences. This is older, from a year ago. Hopefully I can shape new stuff again soon. ๐Ÿ˜ญ #daisy_s_flux #poetry #poetic #poet #freeversepoetry #freeverse #contemporaryart #contemporary #contemporarypoetry #art #imagery #words #writings #writer #writings #prose #proza #daisy #daisysflux #daisyflux #feelings #thoughts #expression #selfexpression #soul
Don't be ashamed of where you've been, what you have seen, what you think and who you are.
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