My hands are heavy, My arms are numb I can’t sit hereMy brain is freezing,Body going taut. I can’t just sit hereI see it all breaking,My life, my world, my truthall twisting, all shakening.With this broken soul of mineJacob I still sit here….
awesome, ayooo. ya start of the poems reminded me of eminem song lose ya self
” His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready” :D
A Purple Daffodil 
I love the intense and depression tone. The subtle paradoxes also enhance the feeling of helpless when the weight of the world comes crashing down.
I was very reluctant in posting this.. felt as if something was missing…
But what the hell, thanks !
haha, maybe should have ended with “… comes crashing down on you. Good job!” :)
Beautiful and moving image and words…
Thanks aye =D
Wow, this is great. Short, but in a way absolutely perfect. And you say you can’t write poetry. Girl this is on hell of a piece with a great ending
Thanks hey you =P
awesome, ayooo. ya start of the poems reminded me of eminem song lose ya self
” His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
He’s nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready” :D
Blah blah blah =P
Thanks fer reading aye~
Totally agreed :P
Aye..
great photo!
Thanks..