19/04/2021 - Poem a Day Compilation
I am surrounded by the pressure
To be more than I am
And sometimes I don’t know
How I’m supposed to deal with that
The pressure isn’t from anywhere else
But inside my own mind
And I argue with myself endlessly
About what I should be doing
I wish I had the confidence
To achieve what I tell myself I should
Maybe one day I will
But today is not that day
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
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Wednesday, September 9, 2020
Always on my Mind
09/09/2020 - Poem a Day Compilation
It’s always on my mind:
The unrelenting fear
Of not being enough
In this world so predicated
On the successful of everyone
And failure not being an option,
When I just want to exist,
To be at peace with myself
And the world around me,
Without the constant pressure
To be more than I am
On any given day.
It’s always on my mind:
The deep-seated resentment
I carry around with me,
Like a weight on my shoulders
That I cannot put down,
Burning its way through my soul
With every expectation
Placed mercilessly at my door
By those who choose not to understand
And are then offended by
The anger and bitterness
That spills from my lips.
It’s always on my mind:
The haunting poeticism
Of an everyday life
That is filled with days
And weeks, months, years
Of extraordinary ordinariness
That leaves no mark
And betrays no deeper purpose
Than that which society feels
Should be my place within its confines
And allows no room for self-expression
Or mould-breaking experiences.
It’s always on my mind:
The plaintive melody sung softly
By a heart that yearns to be free
Of the shackles of normalcy
And escape the overarching shadows
That dim the light inside me
To a point where I cannot see
Where I end
And the rest of humanity begins
As we form an amorphous mass
Of pseudo-intellectualism
And rabid hatred of other.
It’s always on my mind:
The unrelenting fear
Of not being enough
In this world so predicated
On the successful of everyone
And failure not being an option,
When I just want to exist,
To be at peace with myself
And the world around me,
Without the constant pressure
To be more than I am
On any given day.
It’s always on my mind:
The deep-seated resentment
I carry around with me,
Like a weight on my shoulders
That I cannot put down,
Burning its way through my soul
With every expectation
Placed mercilessly at my door
By those who choose not to understand
And are then offended by
The anger and bitterness
That spills from my lips.
It’s always on my mind:
The haunting poeticism
Of an everyday life
That is filled with days
And weeks, months, years
Of extraordinary ordinariness
That leaves no mark
And betrays no deeper purpose
Than that which society feels
Should be my place within its confines
And allows no room for self-expression
Or mould-breaking experiences.
It’s always on my mind:
The plaintive melody sung softly
By a heart that yearns to be free
Of the shackles of normalcy
And escape the overarching shadows
That dim the light inside me
To a point where I cannot see
Where I end
And the rest of humanity begins
As we form an amorphous mass
Of pseudo-intellectualism
And rabid hatred of other.
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