TFS
#7 of Poetry and poems
The Feelings Sounded, based on the vents of Thursday Friday and Saturday leading into Spring break. It's long over with now but damn that killed my vibes over break.
Not my typical flow, this was Rhythm And Poetry, each section represents a day
Talkin, but words aint formin
stutterin over a breath
that aint comin.
Take a seat, mouth dry
feeling like I woke up
just after I died.
Pause, wait a minute
things are going
real good,
Yeah! I can feel it,
somethin tellin me,
I'm in a much
better mood.
Step down in the
space I most
desire,
to see the people
from whom I will
inspire.
Yet enter in and
I'm hurt,
The place lookin
as bare as
dirt.
Try not to take
it to the
heart,
Continue as planned
gotta play it smart.
Fast forward
the last bit
of my day,
Just to be
annoyed by
logic decayed.
Correction after
correction,
fallacies too
many
Just let me
go home
and be sippin
oh some
henny.
This bittersweet day
mark the start
of a bad
spell,
I'm just hopin
this next
week isn't
hell.
Glad to be
done with
that unsavory taste
My sleep felt
like half a tube
of toothpaste
Take my act
back to routine
Holding on to
those last bits
of flourine
All takes fine
earn a heartfelt
moment
Accepting this surprising
atonement
I'm back in
a mood, I
can call mine.
Complete a task long
awaited,
After plenty days
of being berated.
Start my trek
back, doing
what I do,
to stumble on
a revolutionary
break through;
that stopping and detaining
is a most useful
tact,
but in reality
it's harassment
as a matter
of fact.
It's as if business
beat ethics
in the back
with a belt
Here I am again,
where my mood
I can feel
melt.
A stand off
long drawn
out,
but not vindictive
to me
Finally, withdrawl
and return,
Seeya! I'm
out!
Now to settle
this lingered
bitter spree.
Wake up,
thoughts were
dreary
Get up, stomach upset
It's all reverb,
imaginary voices I'm
hearing
But I still got
to go,
there's goals,
I still need
to get.
Doing okay,
not in my
best shape
But I still tough it out,
Feels like this
battle has
a narrow escape.
Beginning to feel
the choking
grasp of doubt.
Though I know
there is comfort
by my side,
Sometimes I feel
like committing
mental suicide.
To just be done
would be
so bliss,
Never having to
deal with
the embrace
of that
toxic kiss.
But more harm
than good
comes from
that decision
It puts me
in an
emotional
fission.
Once again,
I must
return
to have
yesterday
make a
U-turn.
Now I'm sure,
I had my
doubts.
This week has
truly been
terrible,
And the start of Spring Break
has been a miserable one.