backroadshaiku:

late night wrong number

the softness 

of distant lightning

    ____

morning mist

a dusty mirror

from the attic

barely remembering how I was

in my younger days

    ____

porch candle

in the evening breeze

a moth dances

poetrybyashley:

We are all kids at heart,

Some of us just hide them better,

Or have muzzled them tightly,

But they are still there,

Starving for attention,

Desiring to peak out their heads,

Or even better to go outside,

Excuse me sir/ma’am,

Can your son/daughter come out to play?

ericboydblog:

Deep
inside
you
, 
promises
are
waiting. 

brightlightsloudnoises:

maybe it’s
for
the serious and mishandled
the worried and the wounded
the caged and unmanaged
the unflattered and unraveled,

maybe
it’s for you
and the night
set
on fire

by an endless
sun

Exceptions of society form a clear ball

But I cannot see out, cannot see past

I’ve plastered my own expectations up

Covering society’s, convincing myself they’re mine

I spin in the center, trying desperately to succeed

But who do I try for?

When my day is disappointing from the night before

I wake up expecting the day to fall through

But what makes it worse, disappoints more

Is the way everyone around me acts like I do

.

Just because my day is destined to suck

Doesn’t mean you’re doing something wrong

It’s just me and my special brand of luck

Today, down in the dumps is where I belong

.

Nothing you do, nothing you say

Will alter the grayness inside

Today’s just one of those days

Myself is who I can’t abide

.

Horrible person, awful friend

I don’t deserve any love

Deep into me, hatred I send

Self-critisim fits like a glove

.

Can’t talk me out of it

Can’t bring me back

This problem gets lit

When I realize I lack

.

I lack everything good

Any redeeming thing

I don’t see what I should

I am a car pocked with dings

.

Don’t know why they care

Don’t know why they try

Even if they share

All I’ll do is cry

.

That’s why I’m worthless

A trinket in a drawer

Even I must confess

I’m not wanted anymore

.

Not by you, never by you

Well, perhaps, we’ll have to see

But this I know to be true

It’s myself who can’t stand me

I am tired.

-

Not in the body sense, 

the I-only-got-three-hours-of sleep sense

but in the mental sense

-

I am tired

of running in circles

racing in a hamster wheel

going nowhere and nowhere and nowhere

-

I am tired

of pretending to be happy

you say my laugh sounds fake

but it’s real

my smile looks genuine

but it’s fake

-

I am tired

of life.

I have no wish to end it

only suspend it

a moment of peace

-

I am tired.