coping mechanism
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The aesthetic of
Ink on paper
And floral words
Leaving my cracked and bleeding lips
Perfection is a fruitless desire.
All my attempts make me tire.
Still, I have this hope:
Maybe one day, I’ll learn to cope.
Dear characters from screen and page who live inside my mind,
I take comfort in knowing that you’re with me all the time.
When I am sad and wish for comfort and gentle moral might
Too loud, too loud
Eyes drowned, head bowed
Clap hands over ears
Fingers leave bruises
But must hold in the music
To suspend myself from reality
Hear rhythm rapping the only words that make sense
Some lessons in school
Come and go
Others however
Help you to reap and sow
Poetry is a tool that
Has many uses
The reason I love it, it helps
Cope with life’s abuses
There is nothing better
than spiritual convergence with the physical.
When my mind wanders
unknowingly into the deepest
Parts of itself.
I don’t know howto cope right nowI’ve got a blade in my palman urge in my bodytoo many feelings in my brainand so many things I didn’t say
