Sometimes I feel like tying the the grayest cloud to a string like a kite and reel it down to earth so I can drown in my personal storms.
Feel the lighting singe my skin, the wild wind yanking at my scalp, and hear the thunder cracking, rippling in my ear forever.
Sometimes.
Only sometimes.
Other times, I wish of building a bomb the size of the sky and blowing up the world with everything around it.
Bust the clouds, like beachballs, tear apart the rainbows until they're useless strips, set the sun on fire, and scream and shout my lungs raw as the world crackles and hisses turning into a universe of flames.
Because I'm sick and tired, so sick and tired of chasing life with a short-handled net, tired of trying to pin down a shadow with a needle and paint it a different shade.
I no longer have the energy to trap every heart whisper and force it into a screaming voice people would hear.
I no longer try tying sun rays into shoelace holes and walk it's neon shadows forever.
I'm so done.
So over the bridges that bring you back to where you started from with yet another failed baggage burdening your back.
Sometimes.
Only sometimes.
Other times, most times I don't feel anything at all.
#noworriesimfine:)
About the Creator
T. Licht
I have a love for words and a love to share them.
Enjoy! and thank you for taking the time to read this and maybe if you want subscribe and buy my new poetry book Whispers at Twilight
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After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (19)
I am totally floored not only by the imagery and the energy in this, but by the emotional tie it invokes. It makes you visualize deep and unrequited angst. I LOVE this! 🥰
Emotional and too sad!°💕❤️❤️
Sometimes life feels like it's just too much to handle, doesn't it? But then, other times, we just have to keep going, even when it feels like we’re lost in the storm.
The feeling of despair is convey very clearly with the imagery of words. Nicely done
Set potent poem - this is really great - Because I'm sick and tired, so sick and tired of chasing life with a short-handled net, tired of trying to pin down a shadow with a needle and paint it a different shade. Super job😍
A deep reflection on inner struggle, despair, and the search for peace. It's amazing. Congratulations on the top story! ✨
Back to say congratsss!!!
good one
This is fantastic. Congrats on the TS.
Great TS!
Congrats on getting top story 🤗 The way you described that feeling of being so over everything, like you’re just exhausted from trying to chase something that keeps slipping away, is so real.
There are so many strong images in this poem. Your words convey so much emotion! Congrats on the Top Story! 🎉
So powerful and relatable. Loved your metaphors and imagery. And hey, sometimes we ain’t fine and that’s okay too.
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Well done on TS ☺
This bought tears to my eyes… so beautifully portrayed and expressed!
Well written. I could almost taste the emotion.
Wow ! Raw emotion indeed!! It sounds like you are struggling a bit. It was upsetting to me until I got to the end and it said no- worries-I;m fine. Nicely Done- With a poetic touch!!
It stirs with raw emotion, portraying the stormy depths of frustration and exhaustion with a hauntingly poetic touch. It’s a powerful and moving expression—thank you for sharing such intensity.