A Collection of Poetry

This collection includes 7 works of poetry that covers varying topics, though most are related to mental health! Their titles will come first, and then the poetry. Most of this is pre-written, and I plan on putting quite a few collections on here very once in a while whenever I build up a few of them to post.

The Final Fourth

I'm broken

not in half, no, never in half

Into fourths

I've collected three

But the last eludes me

One fourth away from being human

Always reaching, never achieving

The final fourth is trapped

The barrier is an ugly, rotten thing

Termite infested wood falling away in decaying chunks

But between that wood is the real problem

Iron, cruelly wrought to keep me away from my humanity

Trapping me in my wrath

But what if my anger is what makes me human?

What if, by taking that last piece, by stepping towards that gate

By gaining the final fourth

I become less human

If I am to become perfect, I must be complete

But being human is being incomplete

My flaws, my emotions, y wrath

So what happens if I walk away?

If I leave that final fourth to rot like the wood of it's prison

Then, am I complete?

Fissure

The fissures breathe

They creak and crack

THe walls, they plead

To take them Back

Before the fissures began to break

That delicate moulded plaster

Splintering to reveal the true wall beneath

That...flesh, raw and damaged

Burned

It never healed

No. Instead you had to put that wall up

Seal the wound away

Well, what will you do now?

Now that the fissures have come and

Destroyed your perfection

It's over.

Your perfect ruse, the coverup

The fissures came

And turned it all to dust

Save for the charred flesh that you tried to hide.

Hollow.

Everything is Empty

Skin

Nerves

Organs

Hollow.

Bones crumbled away

Brittle

Cracked

Useless

Hollow.

Muscles withered, flesh dry

Burned

Parched

Weak

Hollow.

Mind flayed and dark

Nothing

Idiot

Useless

Weak

Underwhelming

Not enough

Falling short

Hollow.

I Want

I want to Burn

I want to be etched with fire and brimstone

With lies and truths and everything every

Mother has said to soothe her child

I want to Freeze

To be coated in frost and indifference

To be cloaked with fragile patience

Just waiting to crack and let the rush of the river

Speak for itself

I want to Soar

High above everything that ever harmed me

Away from troubling thoughts and bad decisions

I want the clouds to bring me into their soft embrace

I want to Burn, but I am too cold for fire

I want to Freeze, but I am too warm for frost

I want to Soar, but my heart is too heavy

And so my feet stay planted on the ground

Reaching up for what might've been

Turquoise

Blue and Green

Mix and Mingle

Toss and Turn

Bright and Burn

Blue is Green

Blue is water

Blue is sky

Blue is calm

Blue is clear

Blue is sad

Blue is endless

Green is Blue

Green is growth

Green is new

Yet Blue is old

Green is future

Blue is past

Blue is gone

Green at last

Blue am I 

But Green I'll be

For now it blurs, bends and waves

Turquoise now is all I see

My Tomb

The tomb was dark

And cold

And damp

The rot was thick

In the air

In my bones

The stone was cold

And hard

And unforgiving

My voice is raw 

From screaming

From pleading

For someone to let me out of this

God forsaken tomb

The Pages of Life

My blood betrays me

Like red ink spilling across

The perfect page of my life

It started out 

So blank and white

But slowly became filled

With blotchy mistakes

Do I cover them up?

Do I tear out the page?

Do I start over?

No.

Instead of destroying

My work

My page

My life

I doodle in the margins

And accept the beauty

Found in

Every

Single

Splotch