All I want is to stop thinking. by johnhmaloney, literature
Literature
All I want is to stop thinking.
Analyzing every angle
that my psyche can construct.
Obsessing, reassessing
everything until I'm stuck.
Damned if I do anything
or worse if I don't act.
All of my conclusions drawn
without a single fact.
Suffocated by assumptions,
swept away by fear and doubt.
Paralyzed by indecision,
panic is my only out.
In a claustrophobic tailspin
without any ground in view.
I can't do this any longer,
but what else is there to do?
With you I always feel like I’m
trying
to break in the wrong size of shoes.
Sometimes I sit and stew
over how you’re seventeen and
you think I’m a princess
the trapped-in-a-tower kind
and how you wear suits and talk about politics
and think you know the world.
My throat interrupts with an affronted gurgling sound
sometimes when I think about you,
and how
you deal out advice where it just isn’t called for
you quote science-fiction to justify war
and you’re seventeen years old and you think I’m a princess
and you just have no blooming idea.
Darling, one of these days I will tell yo
Perhaps I should confess to you,
That I am trapped within this box of crushing insecurity...
Screaming as I shatter my nails against the wall.
But I'm sure you'll tell me to just smile and wave.
What do you say?
That it was a mistake?
A one-time occurrence,
One in a million chance?
That you're sorry
Like an apology
Is enough to subside their sorrow
Enough to make them forget
That it was your fault?
That someone else
Should be standing at their door.
Do you say
It should have been you
That you wish
You had gone in their place?
But so do they
They wish it more
Than anything in the world.
What do you say
When you look at their disbelief
Watching as the words spilling
From your tongue wash away their smiles?
what do you say
When you see their love
Crash and crumble into grief
Along with their hearts?
What do you say
When you see the ange
on the intrepid waltz of tectonic plates by neonsquiggle, literature
Literature
on the intrepid waltz of tectonic plates
sometimes I think it was easier
when there were spaces in between
you and I
if only because
friction
can burn even the best of us,
and
hours upon hours
of our bodies pressed
against each other
means that every move you make
shakes me to my core.
it will not take us aeons
to cross our oceans.
Who could ever love a demon? by L-Rue-Ryuzaki, literature
Literature
Who could ever love a demon?
Who could ever love a demon?
Someone with a tortured past
With a twisted heart
A fragile being
Someone who lost themselves
Who lost their identity
Acting to please others
Hiding behind a mask
Who could love me?
You want to pull the mask off
You halt my play
Putting me together like a puzzle
Helping me find myself
Making me stronger
Fixing my heart
Brightening the future
You stand by me through the worst
Laughing with me during the best
What would I do without you?
You're one of my best friends
You're the one that loves me
You turned my world upside down
And I want it to stay that way
You've got the whole world in your hands
But there's holes in your hands
And you say you never sleep
But Lord you must be getting tired
Bite the hand
Kiss the cheek
And the weak will inherit the end
Is there enough blood in your veins
To cover the blood on mine?
I've made my bed in hell
2011
Please send a note to the painter.
I wont be around today.
I will be losing my mind in my car.
The car will be sitting in
The worlds longest traffic jam,
As it continues to not continue.
The traffic jam will be caused
By some old lady who
Drove under a truck.
This will not keep me from
Complaining about my bad day.
Im still alive, after all.
Please pay the painter for his trouble.
And tell him to wear a seatbelt,
For my sake.