"I just want to make you happy"
That's what he said
"You do make me happy"
Is what she insisted
Realizing her responses were automatic replies
Quick-to-say sentences with reflections still on her mind
She was convinced happiness was doing
nothing at all
That any act on this holiday was one to appall
Perhaps she's mistaken happiness for complacency this whole time
Perhaps allowing room for enjoyment isn't so much of a crime
Perhaps this is the year to redefine what it all means
Perhaps he could be the one to help repaint that scene
"Let him show you affection"
"Why not give it a chance?"
Is it really so hard to accept one's romance?
What do you want?
Moronic excuse of a fool
What are you doing?
Tearing yourself into two
You bring this upon yourself
You're the one they should dread
So lie and decay
In a grave as your bed
People are always just trying to be
It's something my mind has already seen
Cringeworthy sentences temporarily blinding
I act only in desperation to ensure you keep fighting
Am I just looking for things?
Or is it that the things that I am seeing
are righteously warranting my feelings?
Tell me what I should be believing
when lips and eyes are disagreeing
Because everything you've said sounds so sweet
Words like honey but your eyes tell me
that something here is funny
You hear it best in the four second pause that you take
just after mentioning her name
Tell me how I am suppose to act
when I am now forced to sit back
while you regale in a once distant moment?
When did I become so jaded?
So unbelieving and untrusting of love that
I decided I wanted nothing more to do with it
Now it creeps up again
Lately I n
Don't Over nor Under Grieve by adifferentkindasoul, literature
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Don't Over nor Under Grieve
Lately I have been resisting the urge
to tell you that I was wrong
That maybe I do want the same things
That maybe I'm ready to try my hand at this
and you could be just enough to get me there
That you were right when you say things develop over time
with trust and experience
I have been resisting the urge to tell you
that I just may be willing to confide in you;
Seeing as you've already gotten yourself this far with ease
But maybe that's not such a good thing?
Today Pride takes to the front of the line
and I'd still thank this sin daily
for keeping the rest at bay
You see,
I promised I would never again beg
Never let my vulnerabil
Abhorred by every lewd act you have strewn
I can't help but to cringe when you enter the room
The falsest of smiles could never truly hide
The shit-flecks of colour beneath dark empty eyes
Perhaps your veracity may have once thrived
Regard! Now you're tainted with all you've contrived
How I'd once emote envy, I will never comprehend
Still you slithered around and dragged me down to be Damned
Though no longer beside me,
Your words still resound in my head
I can do nothing more than to imagine I'm elsewhere
Existing instead
Memories flood back to me
Flashbacks of what had already been
Spine bends outward
Anxious cringe
Dont be the coward hosting denial within
I may do things that put me close to the edge
But no one can ever say that "she never lived"
Do not go Gentle by adifferentkindasoul, literature
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Do not go Gentle
I was designed to live fully
To take leaps and dive in head-first
Submerge myself in the darkest of depths
So that I may know of Death
Of course I am afraid
Although paralyzing,
Fear remains the appropriate response
As she approaches me with pestilent wings
My vision turns to tunneling
But I will not yet succumb to her amaurotic powers
For we both know that my time here has yet to expire
So I wipe the sleep out from my eyes
Refocus my sight
Adjusted to light
Now I may see what it is that surrounds me
Now I may see that I am still standing
That the dark days have yet to consume
Understanding
That the closer that terror gets
The harder my
The life the deck and the flux by adifferentkindasoul, literature
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The life the deck and the flux
Rough, old, circular, battered. I take a deep breath as my hand slowly turns the brass door knob.
Almost effortlessly, the door gives way. Almost as if it had invited me to enter.
The room is black. Nothing is visible except for a faint shine in the distance.
I take my first step. Small yet significant.
I stop to look ahead. Not much difference really.
My left foot begins another step. My right continues with another.
I do not recall the number of steps it took me to reach the destination, but only the desire to get there. To keep walking.
Here, the light illuminates the cold black of the hall, but from the corner of my eye, I can see the da
The life the deck and the flux by adifferentkindasoul, literature
Literature
The life the deck and the flux
Rough, old, circular, battered. I take a deep breath as my hand slowly turns the brass door knob.
Almost effortlessly, the door gives way. Almost as if it had invited me to enter.
The room is black. Nothing is visible except for a faint shine in the distance.
I take my first step. Small yet significant.
I stop to look ahead. Not much difference really.
My left foot begins another step. My right continues with another.
I do not recall the number of steps it took me to reach the destination, but only the desire to get there. To keep walking.
Here, the light illuminates the cold black of the hall, but from the corner of my eye, I can see the da
Some how,
You and I have found each other under circumstances which allow us to be able to
open-heartedly love the other
in their entirety.
Because we understand that the other is
just
trying
to
be.