A Place of No Return

Childhood memories,

Always ones that you wish to reflect on,

The type that don’t make you sad,

But leave you with hope, and cheer.

Sadly mistaken,

I can no longer do that,

As every memory reflects to me the grief and sadness,

When I lost all that I had close to heart,

Leaving an empty space,

Craving to be filled.

Yet that space, will forever remain hopeless and empty.

As you will never return.

Trick Or Treat

As the leaves turn over,

Leaving beauty as the fall.

Colorful glaze over our cracked concrete.

The time has come,

To rise anxiety,

As the haunted night,

Begins to take flight.

You hear a sudden knock,

Sure, you spent all night watching scary movies to celebrate,

Must be a trick or treater,

Or even a friendly neighbor.

Trick or Treat, is called through your home.

Except this time, you didn’t have a choice.

Trick.

Not treat.

Response

From my writing, I hear a lot of the same responses;
“I hope you can learn to love yourself,” “I hope you can one day be comfortable”
“I hope one day you can conquer your fears”,
A lot of responses along those lines..

While I do appreciate every single one of the comments as if feels as if my readers on all social medias I use for my writing, truly do care more than just the words I write. I have one thing special to say to those people who say that,
That being : I hope so too. I hope I can one day learn, but learning is the process of life. If you learn everything you possibly can, what is the point from there on out?
In my mind, if I learned everything I possibly could, such as being comfortable and loving myself, facing my fears, I truly think I would just be bored..
As much as I would love to get past my flaws and mental health issues,
I don’t think its a fault at all.
More so just an experience everyone must go through. Maybe yours are different, maybe you can’t get past your fear of flying, or you are scared of an upcoming exam.. It’s all part of life, but one day, you get through it.

Overall, I appreciate seeing that people care beyond more than the stories I produce, and for that, I say thank you, but I think I’ll keep on trying to learn through, but not wear myself out by doing so.

Sincerely,
UnspokenPoetic
‘Grayson’.
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Misfortune But Perseverance.
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I was lucky enough to get a trailer made for my poetry book, Misfortune But Perseverance : A series of poems.

Truly highlighted the key ideas of the book, and I’m truly proud of not only the work of my book, but how well it goes along with the trailer I had made.

If you’d like to check it out, you can find it here.

Hope you enjoy!

UnspokenPoetic

 

Craving A New Beginning

Oh darling,
The day that you left me,
That struggling depart.
There was one thing that you left,
My aching heart.
All I could ask,
Is for that final kiss,
The mend it back together,
In hopes to rebegin.
Come home my love,
I beg you please,
I’m sorry that I didn’t do that to begin.
I ruined you,
All your beauty and your kind,
Has does nothing,
But fade in time.
Come home,
So I can return everything I took,
I have my receipt,
Always on my body,
My lips are my voucher,
Place your lips on mine,
Please, forget and forgive.

Lost In My Mind

I’m lost within my own mind. The only sounds I can hear, are the ones stuck in my head. The lack of confidence I hold, the one that I crave. How I wish I could push it all away, begin my life, as if it was a new day. Sadly, that isn’t the case. It’s been this way since I was twelve years old, I haven’t been able to get through it. Words will be said, none will be heard. Since the early memories with the happiness I once had, my grandmother once brought me. Those all went away as soon as she passed away. That day, the one that rocked my world for the worst. I don’t believe I’ll ever be me again, not without a majority of my heart. One that she took with her. At least it’s calming to remember that she has it with her, as she watches down on me. Anyways, the thoughts in my head. Yeah, those thoughts are creeping up on me any possible moment they can. Especially, when I should be happy, yet it destroys every moment of it.

As early of the age of twelve, I was alone in the world. At least, I felt like I was. Sure, my father, my brothers, my stepmother, and friends were around, but that wasn’t enough for me. None of them would compare to the bond and friendship I shared with that amazing and funny lady. The black and white movie marathons, those will always be ones that I will crave, to watch at least one more time in that room full of cigarette smoke and laughter. It’ll never be the same, will it?

For sure, I need to start getting my head figured out, that’s the hardest part. I can’t really find out how to do so. Therapy? Maybe. Talking? No way. That’s my problem. I have never really been able to talk easily, that’s the biggest fear I won’t ever be able to conquer. It isn’t as hard as seeing a spider, or the dark. It was letting my mind open to the whole world, leaving myself feeling as vulnerable as I could ever be. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to get myself professional help, but until then. My pen hits that paper, my fingers race for the keys, as I begin to tell you all the reasons why I’m me.