"How are you?" You ask "I'm just tired" I say. Again. Except, hidden in those words Is so much more pain. Something much deeper than "just tired" could ever be. Cuz I'm tired of being tired Tired of needless drama Tired of being in pain Tired of pretending to be stronger than I am Tired… Continue reading “I’m just tired” – Poem
Category: prose poetry
These are posts that are poetic, literary and prosaic in nature, not necessarily fitting the poem format.
“Don’t Underestimate Me” – Poem
I may go through life, A little unsure. But still I walk, I run, I soar. My hands might shake, And my body may burn. But with every move, Your respect I will earn. Because I'm powerful. Beautiful. A goddess unseen. There's no rules for me, I break them. My words, They may jumble. My… Continue reading “Don’t Underestimate Me” – Poem
“There’s No Room” – Poem
There's no room to grow, Within these four walls. These hallowed halls, Ring too loudly Of the past. There's no room to breathe, Among these toxic fumes, That have been festering, For years, Within the minds Of my family. There's no room to heal, When the black clouds do grow, Casting a shadow… Continue reading “There’s No Room” – Poem
“You Know Nothing” – Poem
You don't know that character, From that classic book. You don't know about food, Or even how to cook. You don't know the countries, That sit on our maps. You don't know the runners, That run all those laps. You don't know what film That actor was in, Or ways to exercise And… Continue reading “You Know Nothing” – Poem
Lil Fat Girl – Poem
"Oh god, have you seen yourself, lately? You seem to have put on a little Weight." Wait? Have I? I didn't notice. "How could you not notice? It's in your face Your thighs Your belly And your ass." Now that you've told me, The fat enters my Mind. I'm fat. Fat. Fat. Fat. When did… Continue reading Lil Fat Girl – Poem
Happy Birthday, Grandad.
There are many men in this world, Yet my grandfather towers above the rest. Perhaps this is because he isn't of this world. Of course he isn't. How could he be? No other man in this world could ever, Even hold a candle to my grandfather. No hand is as kind as it extends towards… Continue reading Happy Birthday, Grandad.
Happy Valentine’s Day to Me
Before you give yourself to another, You first must love, Yourself. But we don't, do we? Not really. Not enough. Maybe we like ourselves, Sometimes. Maybe. But not as much as we Hate ourselves. We hate ourselves by, Comparing our lives to others, Hiding our true identity, Telling ourselves we aren't good enough, Not giving… Continue reading Happy Valentine’s Day to Me
“The Fall” – A Poem
For as long as I can remember, I have feared the Fall. That time, they call it September, when things change. The sun retreats behind the clouds. The biting chill comes stalking. And the days shrink away... Leaving only the grey. Then, I inevitably fall. Fall into anxiety. Fall into depression. Fall into self-doubt and… Continue reading “The Fall” – A Poem
S. R. Crawford 