Am I alone? Let's take a look at this I hear my perception of others perceiving me Sometimes I feel like a waste of space Someone today said to me I like your shoes bro Another said I wish I had hair like yours Art makes me happy But art class not so much I get how shapes work However Connecting them cohesively materially is beyond me Adding shade and texture overwhelming I know so many people who can Why can't I? My hands aren't wired properly Maybe I am just too hard on myself Practice could fix this potentially But what if it's like reading Where no matter how much I try I have errors in execution Words become blurry And I lose my place Like my drawings similarly turned into mush Trauma connected through elementary Possibly become a habit Hard to cognitively change I'm still wondering if I want to try
I cannot get off Unless there is love in sex It's always been like that The thrill of being together Enthralled by visceral tactile sensations Pheromones blissfully sweet Inseparable from the thought of penetration Are emotions wrapped around us Lifting us to a higher plane Kisses everlasting Giggling ensuing As we roll around the bed Climaxing feels like Oxy Drenched in sweat Wrapped around eachother I could stay forever In the bliss of us . #love#missyou#wanttostart#wod#writersbay#writersnetwork#pod@mirakee@writersnetwork@writersofmirakee
Stand still Mathematical expressions Shine through every fabric of life Weather and astronomy Nature and neurology Math is the language of the universe Am I where I need to be? Consuming media Learning ideologies Turning my brain inside out I am my memories
Walking speed A snake oil salesman in wolf's clothing Preaching his inventive grift How many people have died for you? How many more will? Why do we believe? Waking up every morning Hoping for better Receiving the same Pushing the boulder like Sisyphus
Fluid motions Natural interpretations Concepts are ideas Intangible and ineffable Displayed out to me Vision connected to thought Body know how to move Word is hard Thought is good Thought feel nice Identity adopted from others Heritage unlearned Culture created me It can be different I am not alone We are breathing Knowledge is intangible We prescribe it value Constructed by our perception Blinded to the reality Destruction impending Perhaps accepted Death of fresh air Clean water Abundant food I should get out more
I look in the mirror Who do I see? Brain rotted addict Limitless potential Trapped in a cycle Grief and depression Friends from beyond the grave Guided by lampposts Torches lead my destiny Crumpled and dismantled A frame malnourished Organs unmaintained Divided personality Who am I? I don't know I ask it everyday Sometimes I'm more confident Otherwise I'm a husk Do my thoughts make me who I am? Or do I make my thoughts? Time is irrelevant I am just a speck of dust Attempting to stop a tidal wave Death is imminent I am surrounded by thoughts unfinished Dreams untamed I want to find meaning in myself I don't know where to begin . . . #wod#writersbay#writersnetwork#pod@mirakee@writersnetwork@writersofmirakee
When hell bears down Thick, deep in mud Crackling pops upon the air Where hopes rest in final despair When no mans land Holds the fragmented bones That lay forgotten to yesterday Where they still life lay Thundering blasts upon the night Where the godless walk damed And death hordes its covered face To trace Upon the living its final gasp.
Suicide or self harm is not a solution to anyone's problem. Let's socialize ourselves, a little more. Befriend to one who's in depression and sorrow. May be our little help can save a life.
When life gives only sorrows and wounds when tragedy augments by leaps and bounds When setbacks of life seem permanently loud When love turns into pain, pain and only pain When there's point of no return and no gain Leave me not alone In a road unknown and utterly strange Allow me not to sink beneath Within sands of depression, that kills Where flute of melancholy wails In an ocean of grief and tears Lift me up in an aura of glee So that death stands aloof In its graveyard of six feet from you and me.
Alien refers to a hypothetical or fictional being from another world but this term is also loosely used to refer to something or someone who doesn't fit in. Each one of us can indeed feel alienated in someplace or the other for instance, a dancer in the company of writers may feel like an alien. Isn't it?
--Today, write a poem or prose about a moment when you felt alienated.--