Category: poem

poem

soft touch

if you pull
a little tighter
on these strings
my arms and legs
will move to your will

if you jostle them
left and right
ill obey too
however you wish
forever again

but if you pull
upright
harshly
vigorously
the force will break me

the strings
run deep
flowing through
encasing my structure
leading to my heart

one by one
the strings will
break apart
rip out
bleeding me dry

broken in
riddled out
a shell
of my former self
undone, by your hand

echoes

have my words fallen on deaf ears
my voice becoming an echo
repeating in softer tones

do they exist for me alone
being sent off to none
to come across as mistakes

such little space taken
but measured in time
spans years, decades

did i listen to you then
when i read your words
feeling my core shaken

maybe it is all an attempt
feeble and cheap in appearance
just to resonate with you

it would be foolish to stop now
its become a part of me
like it or not

ill yell at the top of my lungs
in the comfort of my room
only to hope you glance at me for a second

medicine

if you were my medicine
would I forget you at night
if you were my medicine
would we get in a fight
if you were my medicine
would I be alright

could you save me
from myself
could you change me
to someone else
could you fix me
up again

if you were my medicine
would you put me to bed
if you were my medicine
would you get out of my head
if you were my medicine
would I be normal again

could you help me
get better
could you tell me
it will
could you let me
fail

if you were my medicine

infirmity

as the anxiety eats away
overloaded in my place
live another day
see it on my face
fading fast, faster now

my trembling hand
a foriegn failed plan
no way to command
a dated lifespan
going aimlessly, far away

step down below
havent gotten right
take it too slow
see it in a new light
casting shadows, along freely

strings tightly wound
motion for a pass
what can be found
broken bits of glass
puzzle pieces, bleed to succeed

feverishly awaiting the cure for my infirmity