I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
You've been knocking for a while Peeping through the keyhole , wearing that smile Trying to gain access to expose the things I hide
By Harydo Neon4 days ago in Poets
Growing up I was told an idle mind is where the devil works best So do I overthink in order to prevent him from having a field test ?
By Harydo Neon13 days ago in Poets
I don't know if anxiety would knock again So much, I think, I still have to say It'll be two years today, insane But few things before I officially burn this page
By Harydo Neon25 days ago in Poets
Cat's out of the bag now, with the sound of a sigh Dug up something that I always had buried inside A part of us known only to those we kept by our side
By Harydo Neonabout a month ago in Poets
I thought alot about how to approach this In a way where it wouldn't be physical, maybe scrap my knees Partly because I believe you aren't the culprit
By Harydo Neon2 months ago in Poets
This is me talking openly and vunerably about our situationship I need to be honest about who has been in the driver seat I thought I had to fake it till the real makes it
Here I am, standing in the desert underneath the sun I thought one day i'll no longer have anything to write from I have written quite alot but feel like I haven't written enough
There are things I really want to say to you Things I want to prepare you for It wouldn't really change the outcome Prophylaxis for a wound bound to go sore
It's been a while since our sessions, how are you feeling? I think there is something rotten in me Something that just wouldn't let me be
By Harydo Neon3 months ago in Poets
Can i start the path all over again? I think i'll be better prepared of the heavy rain Stock my cabinet with medications for the pain
Faith is something that is hard to grasp sometimes Maybe because we expect it to precede big miracles Expecting the big to blow the mind of those around
I don't know if it is correlated or not But the less I spoke to Him, the more I questioned my worth The more I started to see myself in the mirror with a ragged cloth
By Harydo Neon6 months ago in Poets
