I sit in darkness, a man blind.
The world around me has not been kind.
Depressed and lost.
My heart covered in frost.
My only hope, to rejoin the grind.
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A penguin who danced on the ice,
Who should’ve thought twice.
You see, the worlds got hot,
And melt its brought,
Who’d thought it would be their demise?
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In the grand tapestry of human existence, falling is not a flaw or a failure, but a fundamental aspect of our journey.
It is through our falls that we grow, learn, and find meaning in our lives.
Falling is a reminder that the pursuit of greatness, knowledge, and self-discovery often comes with setbacks and challenges.
So, as we navigate the ups and downs of life, let us remember that falling is not a question of “why” but an opportunity to ask, “What can we become through our falls?”
Put simply we fall so that we can learn how to pick ourselves up again. I have recently felt like I have been falling a lot. This has been difficult to deal with, but in retrospect it must all be part of the greater journey of my life!
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I am my own worst enemy. Every time I sit down to write or contemplate doing some work, I get distracted. I start watching TV, I scroll on twitter , or I decide to go out. I am constantly getting frustrated at my self for failing to stick to a simple task or goal.
I never expected this to be easy, but I really didn’t think it was going to be this hard. This has been the trend of my writing for over 2 years. I would start something and show a lot of promise (well I thought so), and then give up and get distracted. I give up way to easy, if something just starts to feel hard or I have a better alternate.
I am truly the result of the digital age, a generation that is unable to focus for an extended period of time.
I have to learn to take baby steps, I have to become slowly more and more motivated. Every time I work for five minutes more after being distracted I build upon my will power.
It seems rather Ironic doesn’t it, I have to take baby steps (more like crawl) foward. I feel the more I write, the more I read, the better I will become.
So please, please wish me luck. -
I miss Mushroom the cat,
She was glorious and fat.
A bit of a tart,
She captured our hearts.
But now she’s dead on the mat!
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Like goods at the market,
my emotions are for barter.
Seeking an escape,
Anything to avoid future grief.
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Athiests turned to prayer,
Extraverts seeking society.
Personalities and beliefs,
traded for emotional sanctuary.
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This is the cost of grief,
an overwhelming emotional toll.
That is better switched off at the source,
then dealt with in the morrow.
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The Red mist takes control,
Brow furrowed, Veins popping, Cascading Sweat.
A man completely fouled by emotion,
Seeking anyone to blame.
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This isn’t fair,
The mask worn,
Once denial was torn.
Limitless resentment.
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Linger in the darkness,
Fuelled by your hatred.
Ignore rational thought,
And give in to your blame.
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Absent minded I watch,
numbed to any sound.
Keeping emotions locked awar,
fearful for their looming escape.
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This was not my destiny,
A life meant for purpose and discovery,
Now lost and empty.
A shell now forgotten.
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Denying is my choice,
A human instinct to protect.
Time heals all,
only if you let it in.
The StoryTeller 