Let Me Put My Poems In You

I’m a wallflower;

Flourishing on the sidelines.

Observing people grow sour,

Watching others die. 

Where is my power?

I feel so tired, 

While everyone else is wired,

To do something great.

As I quickly fade

Away.

My heart fills with sadness
I long for the bliss
I felt in the beginning
Why is my patience thinning?

The worst action I could commit,

Drives me to submit,

To the darkest corners of my mind. 

Striving to find

Peace, I benefit

From being confined. 

Rejuvenates land,
Saplings bloom,
Behold the holy brush.

Paint away,
And save villagers,
From the evil;

That’s Crossing borders.
She is the celestial hope,
In many legends.

Anxiety

Reliably 

Never helps.

I felt

Much better

Before.

Lonliness

Bubbles in my throat

Tears abrupt

Feelings stir up

Look for hope

To cope.

Thoughts collide

Words form

Looking at me with pride

And I feel forlorn.

Why?

Clearly things fit together- 

Birds of a feather.

If so, 

What’s is this feeling

That sends me reeling?

We are all connected under the same sky.

When the tears on your face finally run dry;

Remember this and the large space,

Will no longer feel so out of place. 

Do you ever get tired, 

Of hearing yourself talk?

Insults as sharp as barbed wire,

Who would stay to gawk?

No one.