@ 2010 somewhere
My hands are heavy,
My arms are numb
I can’t sit here
My brain is freezing,
Body going taut.
I can’t just sit here
I see it all breaking,
My life, my world, my truth
all twisting, all shakening.
With this broken soul of mine
Jacob I still sit here….
One of my meagre try-outs
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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..