‘Entrenched on a seesaw
she is sat at both ends
it’s a fight for survival
and these Selves are not friends
One moment she’s soaring
miles from blurred ground
this elation, it’s blissful
there’ll be no coming down
terminal speed streamlined into black hole
crushed to the floor
hazy vision, reaches
for the glistening stars
to find it’s a razor.
Forced to hover an inch above earth
choking on the dust caused at impact
rather than plant feet firmly at rock bottom
and grant this one grace - to stand in defeat.
You know I can remember
the exact dates
of every last time
I felt like myself?
I mark where they have scattered.
Get me off.’ #poe#poeta> #poetrycommunity #poet #poets#poetsofinstagram#poetsofig#poe#poems #poem #writing#writingcommunity#wri#wri#writernstagram #writer #writerscommunity#writersofig #writers #mentalhealth#mind#motionsickness#up#down
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“Cupid made me do it”
No seriously, he did.
Well I mean,
it was only after I saw your beautiful eyes
that pierced my heart
and made me feel without any words.
Oh, and your laughs,
yeah they’re pretty contagious.
They brighten mine and others’ day.
Also I don’t know if you know this,
but your smile— it looks so right on you.
They’re so nice I can’t help but smile too.
If no ones told you this,
then I want to tell you:
you’re such an amazing person.
Oh but asking you on a date?
It was Cupid who made me do it.
- B. K. Atiles #92
The poem was inspired by the picture, which is of lil sign I found in this little shop on vacation. I thought it was cute. There’s more where this came from!
put your heart back together...heal yourself! seriously!!! excuse my french here but- “It’s not your fault that you’re fucked up. It’s your fault if you STAY fucked up” -Jen Sincero
And her heart sank when she made it at last
Knees scraped against the gravel road
Spent from a tiresome and meaningless journey
Eyes wandered through the barren field
for the glimmer that enticed her from afar
It was just an illusion
a reflection of a thousand yesterdays -the fleeting seconds she took for granted
This is the FUTURE
where she wept for the happiness she long sought for but isn’t here
The one that escaped with the many wasted “nows” along the way
And she couldn’t get it back
No matter how many reverse steps her feet collected
Even with the weight of her fortune
Yes, in spite of
What never lingers
The gift of TIME