I drain my thoughts through my pen. That's the only way I breathe.
When you start missing the days you hated Isn't that a sign that you are healing? Isn't that a sign that you aren't where you used to be?
By Harydo Neonabout a year ago in Poets
Faucets, water flowing Heart, beating in a rhythm Like a star, glowing A seed, growing Denial is the better way The better bus to board
Let someone love you I know it scares you to let someone in again Because you still healing from the bruises and pain But love is too beautiful a gift to deny yourself
I try to write about you often I take out my pencil and keep them sharpened I put one line, a smile broadens Laughter and anxiety, with overthinking as a topping
I was always scared when things got good Thinking about when the bad would come to collect its dues I always thought it was as normal as being drunk on booze
Dear 26 Threads, Tissues, Tears and Thoughts Huge decisions await you, meant to make you feel lost Friends, Faith, Fleece and Fragility
I have always been green with some dash of some yellow Sunflowers, the sun, the rain forest , leaves and a new born turtle
Eyes going to the back of my head, that's how I reflect How bad things were before the mental reset When everything seemed like an over 10-year long marathon without rest
When things are going wrong When your flowers seem surrounded by thorns When pain comes around and knocks Remember you gave me control, so breathe and take a pause
I am back from my long journey, knock knock Since when do you keep your doors locked? Are you listening? Or still sleeping? Come and open up
There goes my heart beating rapidly again Going through phase, whilst controlling it's own ache Trying to recondition itself to this familiar feeling
Sitting at 3 a.m at the balcony admiring the stars Ingesting the silence that comes with the night Lost in thoughts that suddenly aren't there anymore
