I Am the Owl
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Please be brutally honest. These were the first poems I've written since the 7th grade and I'm in the 10th now, but don't be soft on me for that.
"Sympathy"
Why are you so comfortable?
Comfortable in your misery?
You've been here so long
That you can't fucking see.
This is all your fault.
"Monday Mourning"
Oh, my Love, I pray this isn't real.
I cannot for a moment stand the way I feel.
I warned you, "Don't believe me".
How could you think me free?
I'm not free from this emptiness.
Now I'm dying of unfaithfulness.
Consumed by water,
Trapped by ground,
Under the stone is where I found
You, you need not grieve,
Just cease to breathe.
Find your peace in nonexistance.
Lonely, your entire life,
Now you're surrounded by ones you'll never know.
You would have been my wife.
Tonight, and for eternity, you sleep below.
"Self-Destruction"
Restless nights shine through my eyes.
Who knows what the day will bring?
Restless mind rewinds the lies
That I force myself to sing.
My heart clings to them like flies
Reaching with extended wings.
I've trapped myself inside my mind
I thought it safer than outside
When I leave, what will I find?
Is it worth it or should I hide?
Countless times, I've destroyed what's mine
In an attempt to destroy it all.
Countless times, I've told these lies
'Cause I'm too weak to watch myself fall.
Self-destruction,
a production of a need for control.
Purposeful dysfunction,
an excuse to never let me go.
Of late, I explore these confines
Only to retrace the ways that brought me here.
Escaping, climbing up this wall with vines,
I realize I don't want to be free. I want to disappear.
"Sympathy"
Why are you so comfortable?
Comfortable in your misery?
You've been here so long
That you can't fucking see.
This is all your fault.
"Monday Mourning"
Oh, my Love, I pray this isn't real.
I cannot for a moment stand the way I feel.
I warned you, "Don't believe me".
How could you think me free?
I'm not free from this emptiness.
Now I'm dying of unfaithfulness.
Consumed by water,
Trapped by ground,
Under the stone is where I found
You, you need not grieve,
Just cease to breathe.
Find your peace in nonexistance.
Lonely, your entire life,
Now you're surrounded by ones you'll never know.
You would have been my wife.
Tonight, and for eternity, you sleep below.
"Self-Destruction"
Restless nights shine through my eyes.
Who knows what the day will bring?
Restless mind rewinds the lies
That I force myself to sing.
My heart clings to them like flies
Reaching with extended wings.
I've trapped myself inside my mind
I thought it safer than outside
When I leave, what will I find?
Is it worth it or should I hide?
Countless times, I've destroyed what's mine
In an attempt to destroy it all.
Countless times, I've told these lies
'Cause I'm too weak to watch myself fall.
Self-destruction,
a production of a need for control.
Purposeful dysfunction,
an excuse to never let me go.
Of late, I explore these confines
Only to retrace the ways that brought me here.
Escaping, climbing up this wall with vines,
I realize I don't want to be free. I want to disappear.