we build on blocks
This mental block the foundation of a mental plotThis mind clot, made of things that clutter
Insignificnt things that fill my life to the brim stuck in a mental rut
I stutter
Nothing needs to be said
Just done
One upon one
I run
I trip I fall
How could I once have questioned so much and now have nothing to say at all
Described things beautifully now nothing seems beautiful anymore
Instead I complain bout the ache that rakes at my brain
Things ooze out
Feelings doubt
Old and decayed they stayed and infested
Suppressed under things of little importance
Things to physically surive
I scaraficed my mental life
Now I reserect, I spent my lifetime in silence
The voice of a human the most important part
To speak your heart
Not your head filled to the brim with things people said
The gaps I filled with material goods, how could I?
These things cant fit
My wants my needs
The smallest seeds
That grow and entwine my mind to think react
In order
orders my chaos
The fuel that that runned me ragged I now stand, staggered
The fire of desire
The desire to grow
Instead I flicker and glow
My head wrapped
Around things that didn't matter
What mattered was getting back
So here I stand
With empty hands
Begging for the mercy of life
I drop everything
Take nothing
Instead give
all of me
Like an empty box I become useful
Fill me up with your possessions
Expectations
Left in a corner
Never needed
You live only once
A million uses
And one
Poetry by stef lai
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Written on 2009-01-23 at 20:21
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