Twisting and clawing through mountains of crap
digging deeper and deeper
trying to reach the top only to feel like Sisyphus
crashing though and landing on the bottom again
looking upward seeing only darkness
looking to your left, then your right
being over shadowed by your crap mountain
knowing the fastest way would be wading though
knowing you're only going to have to get to the root
where all the crap started in the first place
afraid, not knowing why
or what
or how
just knowing it's there
as you start through
the mountain is heavy
pushing you down farther than you thought
seeing the real base from within
realizing that your "mountain" was just the tip of the iceberg
falling deeper and deeper
you hit the only hard place in this whole wasted void of bullcrap
creating a crater deeper than a Superman punch could ever create
feeling as if you broke every bone in your body
struggling to get up
knowing that if you don't it will just add do this already doomed space
stumbling to your feet you begin to walk on the hard path
You walk for what seems like years and years
finally coming up to a door
having to be the middle you think
"what else can I do but go though"
you reach for the knob----
but it moves
again you reach
again it moves
frustrated you kick at the door
forming a hole where you kicked doing no damage to the door itself
thinking to yourself
"jumping at the door may have the same effect"
doing so, but realizing the door is a solid object this time
as you start to give up hope
the door seems to get larger and larger
This is the first unfinished poem I've ever written, cause it feels too much like my life right now. Don't know how to finish it, we all need to open up the door, but finding the way to do it is different for everyone. I think my friends and family, especially the people I've met on this website could possibly help, but who knows, it's your darkness, you should be able to overcome it. I suck at asking for help. That's why I write. Maybe someone will see a different meaning to it.
ALSO-------------VOTE FOR THESE BEAUTIES
Pandie Pleather
Bounty Lust
Feyne La Metamorfosi
Cianuro Bittersweet
Discoquette Grey Dust
Mamba Warm
Nahp Inspiration
Tindz Little Owl She has her first set coming out tomorrow (Sunday September 11) I for one can't wait.
Ginebra Tarde con Ginebra
There are more people I want to add, but at the moment, not feeling good.
Long Blog yes, but I'm sure you'll be able to suffice.
digging deeper and deeper
trying to reach the top only to feel like Sisyphus
crashing though and landing on the bottom again
looking upward seeing only darkness
looking to your left, then your right
being over shadowed by your crap mountain
knowing the fastest way would be wading though
knowing you're only going to have to get to the root
where all the crap started in the first place
afraid, not knowing why
or what
or how
just knowing it's there
as you start through
the mountain is heavy
pushing you down farther than you thought
seeing the real base from within
realizing that your "mountain" was just the tip of the iceberg
falling deeper and deeper
you hit the only hard place in this whole wasted void of bullcrap
creating a crater deeper than a Superman punch could ever create
feeling as if you broke every bone in your body
struggling to get up
knowing that if you don't it will just add do this already doomed space
stumbling to your feet you begin to walk on the hard path
You walk for what seems like years and years
finally coming up to a door
having to be the middle you think
"what else can I do but go though"
you reach for the knob----
but it moves
again you reach
again it moves
frustrated you kick at the door
forming a hole where you kicked doing no damage to the door itself
thinking to yourself
"jumping at the door may have the same effect"
doing so, but realizing the door is a solid object this time
as you start to give up hope
the door seems to get larger and larger
This is the first unfinished poem I've ever written, cause it feels too much like my life right now. Don't know how to finish it, we all need to open up the door, but finding the way to do it is different for everyone. I think my friends and family, especially the people I've met on this website could possibly help, but who knows, it's your darkness, you should be able to overcome it. I suck at asking for help. That's why I write. Maybe someone will see a different meaning to it.
ALSO-------------VOTE FOR THESE BEAUTIES
Pandie Pleather
Bounty Lust
Feyne La Metamorfosi
Cianuro Bittersweet
Discoquette Grey Dust
Mamba Warm
Nahp Inspiration
Tindz Little Owl She has her first set coming out tomorrow (Sunday September 11) I for one can't wait.

Ginebra Tarde con Ginebra
There are more people I want to add, but at the moment, not feeling good.
Long Blog yes, but I'm sure you'll be able to suffice.

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llana:
I'd love to read more of your work. So sweet. Thanks for the welcome and FB add! Hearts, Llana 

bounty:
thanks, Todd! you're the best <3