I agree with Liminality that you did a great job portraying a sort of breathless quality in "Panic Attacks" that really resonates with the theme. Looking forward to reading more of your work!
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Choking is the night Far off is the light All seems to be lost The journey will cost Is it all worth it? Star, size of a bit. Just outside my grasp The dream. Just a gasp From so far away. The path is soft clay Unmolded, uncharted Now that I’ve started It goes on forever. Fear I must sever And reach up to Mars Then onto the stars.
Nerves are high Butterflies fluttering My stomach swirling. I can’t do anything Tomorrow I’ll know No going back Tomorrow will determine What my future holds.
I want to know But at the same time I don’t - I don’t Ignorance keeps me safe From disappointment But also from the possibility The possibility that I might Just might succeed.
All that work These days now past Leading up to this. Are they all for nothing? Or will they add up to something? No way to know until tomorrow Tomorrow - I’m scared It is all such a risk
Palms tingle, my feet cold My brain cluttered All doubts and worries Hope trying to slip through Tiny cracks forming It is exhilarating Just as it is unsettling I almost want time to stop.
I want to let myself Hope - I wish I could Fear that it won’t happen Keeps me far from the cracks They say expect the worst; Hope for the best. My brain tries to suppress My heart smuggling hope.
Live in the now. That is what I try One day at a time It is so hard, it hurts Long for the future Wish for the past But I am glued Glued to the present
Time moves on Despite my wishes, my pleas Tomorrow will come. The wait feels like forever But comes in a blink of an eye I can, I can’t I will, I won’t Stuck, such a useless quandary
Despite what happens I know that I will move on The future turned present Will become normal As I worry over the next future It won’t be as bad as I think Always things are better after In the before, the biggest agony.
The moon is a reflector. It shares the light of another, Not able to create its own. But yet, it isn't as harsh as the sun. It is gentle. Once I was like the moon. I could only reflect others' light. I lived on the praise - Light of everyone around me. Sure I was gentle, But I was also submissive - not my own. Now I'm becoming a star With a fiery light inside. I am learning to be me Light is starting to show. Sure it may be a little harsher, But it is raw - it is all me. I don't have to be around other stars to shine I can shine alone and I finally see me.
I hate crying. I know, But tears are normal. Expressing that inside Something is broken. A leak that runs Touching the ground. Overflow of a dam Clouds rent open Downpour of truth Raw, open thoughts It is not weak To cry is bold. Visible the vulnerable So long kept inside. Healing drops, Okay to fall. Tears are normal To cry is bold.
I've been enjoying the imagery in these poems, especially how you used the contrasts between the "moon" and a "star" to develop the narrative. There's also something about the shape of the lines in your poems that I really like. I think it's how distinct the ends are, the use of capital letters and punctuation - gives the tone a sort of strong undercurrent. Keep it up <3
Formatting is kinda weird on this one, but it is visual so...
Cracks There was time when I thought All is good - good in the world Good with me - me happy living But life took a turn - turn around Looking back there - there are shadows Once hidden - hidden on the coming Revealed all now - now I see grey Not all is dark, light - light of fire Burns past views - views that I change I am different - different is the path I now go to take - take it all away The painful knowledge - knowledge tells Truth that hurts - hurts and cracks Thought I when time was there.
Ooo your latest poem, Cracks, is really interesting! I love how you set it up, especially with the last line being a repeat of the first but flipped. I can see the emotion you put behind your other writing as well, I really like it! Great job, and keep up the good work
-- "And I love the thought of being with you, or maybe it's the thought of not being so alone." ♡
This stop can’t - Time wanders in helpless Change is messy. Life slow, not too good But challenge around every bend Around Flip Around Bend every around challenge but Good too, not slow, life. Messy is change Helpless, in wanders time. Can’t stop this.
Time ticks, trickling through tiny tears. This time, trying to transpire, true - tangible, tactile Taunting ticking, terrible ticking, tedious ticking Trying to tenderly talk, telling the time Trading to target tardiness Teaching that time turns tightly, thoroughly Time to tell, time to travel, time to test this Thrashing, Throbbing, thrumming. Tick, tock, tap, tut, tsk Trekking, travelling toward tomorrow Tiny terrific tint - this time to treasure.
An atlas assembled - An allegory announced All about an actuality, Anyone acquiring appetite. As asked anyway, Already actions arrive An adventure awaits Attention, ability, achievement Attend along an aisle Accompanying aspirations Achievement and accomplishment. Among animated array, Alongside always allies, Arrive at appropriate area - Appreciated and advised.
I love how you're experimenting with more poetic forms <3 The tautograms are really impressive, and I particularly enjoyed the rhythm in "Time ticks". 'Cracks' was super creative as well - I like how you used the dashes to make both a visual and rhythmic 'cracking' effect!
I am the first me. There is no one else I can be. I’ve always wanted to be something other. But me my efforts smother I want to be free. Reaching deep Inside I find my soul in a heap. Bits and pieces strewn about every which way. My inattention caused the splay Recovery is steep. My inattention caused the splay Bits and pieces strewn about every which way. Inside I find my soul in a heap. Reaching deep I want to be free. But me my efforts smother I’ve always wanted to be something other. There is no one else I can be. I am the first me.
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