Josh Morgan
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Personally, writing began as a creative outlet, to be a means of processing and venting emotion, but it has become so much more. Something I want not to be just relatable, enjoyable and a good read, but to reach someone who is in need.
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The Chasers
Why do I run from the very people who care about me the most? I don't know... -if you're somehow reading this, know that I'm sorry. You've been calling, stretching and reaching out. All the while I've been falling away, running off, and hiding, when the very things I'm hiding start creeping out. How can I let them chase me in worry, while I'm in such a hurry, chasing after the flurry of my folly? This isn't just silly, it's stupid. What's wrong with me? I've been told to stop asking myself that question... ‐by the very people who's concern for me comes without question. The same that aren't just willing to, but ACTUALLY DO accept me... ‐filling voids I never thought possible. Sure, not every hole is filled, but they're people I can talk to without being billed. What are you doing? I ask the mirror in front of me... ‐watching my reflection wither, everyday that I make such choices. Everyday, do I question which voices to and not listen to, while avoiding the very few that are willing to help me see what is and isn't true... -because I fear what they will see, if they were to see into me. What's wrong with you? I ask the mirror in front of me. They've told me to stop asking myself that question too... -the chasers, we'll call them. One of these days I'll call them, in confession and apology. …or, maybe just a text, if that'll do. I don't mean to run away from you... ‐I say I love you, only to turn my back and sprint away to the hole I'm always hiding in. If you're reading this, somehow, know that I'm sorry. Sorry I ghosted all of you... ‐if it makes you feel any better, I've been ghosting myself too... I know that doesn't but...
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
If Only... Then Maybe...
How have I learned to love only to not find myself with the very one who my heart has chosen to... -Love. I've found exactly what I've always wanted... ‐only to be far far too late. If only time and chance were on my side... ‐if only life was more than just give and take... if only hope had chosen to feed me truth... ‐but it has only lied. How can this be? How can we be so similar? So, so so close... ‐but yet so, so far. If only she... ‐if only me... ‐ in another time and place or if the events of history were a little different or if there could be just one change I could implement or... ‐if only I had learned what love was sooner then maybe... ‐maybe there'd be a we between you and I. If only just a little sooner... ‐I had found you... ‐then maybe there'd be a we between you and I.
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Self Inflicted
Desire. You will surely be my downfall... ‐by the pair of your hands, which really are no different from mine. No... Not at all, really. What fire you bring about... ‐in my heart... ‐and the burns you leave... on my feet and on my hands and the chaos you bring to mind is often all I can recall. Really‐ ...what good do you bring? It's you, desire, that ignited this "burning paradise" I'm in... ‐by your hands... ‐which are really just mine. Desire, you're cruel to tease my eyes how you do... I'm not pleased by the lies you call "hope" anymore but of course you won't cease in spitting such nonsense from your mouth... ‐but to shut you up forever is a dangerous wish to let leave mine. Really it is no more wrong than those you place in my mind. Don't ask me to justify it!... You can't see what you do to me, desire you tear me to shreds from the inside of my own body and if you won't spare me then I won't spare you. Period. Desire. I'd put an end to you if I could and you know that... ‐because you try to bring me to my end everyday and I know you are... *sigh* -if anything is to be my downfall, of course... ‐it would be you, desire.
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
