this kind of pain is like riding a bicycle
you have to
keep going
keep going
just to keep the bike upright
you move along so you don’t wobble
so you don’t hit the ground
and get bruised knees
i have to
keep going
keep going
because if i start to slow down
all the cruel whispers will come out
to fill the empty air
the air that is vacant of
busyness
friends
responsibilities
things to keep me distracted
if i don’t keep moving
my thoughts will make me stumble
and i will hit the ground
and get a bruised heart
so
keep going
keep going
*
(in addition)
*
i am so weary of riding my bike
i ache all over
when do i get a rest?
i want to crash into a tree
lying on the asphalt with a spinning head
the only thing i see is the sky
how very far away it is
from rock bottom
i am bleeding but i barely notice
are there any band-aids?
you can cover my wounds with them and put a kiss on top
but the blood is seeping through
and we are out of bandages
that’s fine
because they’ll turn into scabs eventually, right?
it just takes time
(i am so sick of waiting)
i will pick at them and make them bleed again
digging up old problems
i just can’t let go
these will take forever to heal
and when they do, they will leave a scar behind
they make sure not to let me forget
how you yelled at me to keep biking
when i had no strength to continue on
so
thanks for nothing
hey, so i wrote more depressing poetry. it’s kind of fun, actually, and relaxing — spilling my guts onto a page at 3 a.m. and then sharing it with strangers online. because you all care so deeply about what goes on in my head, right? (sarcasm.)
this poem is about melancholy and people who don’t understand it. the people who know sadness, but not sadness. the people who don’t believe that you’re actually hurting, or who think that your pain isn’t important because others have it worse.
my poetry kind of sucks, i know. but i feel like it’s important, i guess? not to anyone reading this, of course. because these are just messy words from a messy mind. but it’s important to me, because my abditory, the world i’ve made inside myself, is built out of poetry and snatches of songs and foggy forests and the sound of rain against my window. even though my words won’t have much meaning to you, they mean everything to me. i need to collect them and use them to patch up the walls of my little world, so that it’s always a safe place to hide in when reality gets too sharp.
xo
loren
AHA, I told you you would be good at poetry! XD But seriously, this is really good, Loren! And sad… but really good! :) I loved the metaphor.
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thanks, allison. it’s clearly not the greatest poem in the world, but i’m glad you like it. :)
xo loren
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Hee hee, well you might notice that I never said it was the greatest poem in the world, but I do really think it’s good! :)
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You are really good, Loren. I mean that in all seriousness. I hope you keep posting your poetry. It’s so interesting to read.
Also, “the only thing i see is the sky” reminded me of For Forever from DEH. :P
Kathleen
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thanks, kath. :) i like writing poetry, so hopefully my brain will keep supplying ideas for it.
i didn’t mean to do that, but you’re right. XD
xo loren
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I’m promise to not tell you to you to keep going, but I can’t promise that I won’t tell you to try.
So please, try your hardest at everything, and if you fall, try to get back up.
~Danielle
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thanks, darling. 🖤
xo loren
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Every word, every single word, rings so true. Thank you for writing this. (=
-Julie
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thanks, julie. :)
xo loren
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Most of my poetry is pretty melancholy too, Loren. I love that emotion in writing, don’t you? This poem was lovely and the title was beautiful. Xxx
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melancholy poems seem to be the easiest for me to write. thank you. i didn’t come up with the title, actually — it’s from the song move along by the all-american rejects.
xo loren
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Yes! It’s a pleasure. 😀😀😀
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Gorgeous writing, absolutely gorgeous, my friend. Make sure that you look around, there are far more of us riding and falling than you first believed.
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thank you. 🖤
xo loren
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Hiya! You’re invited to my blog party and to join in my blogging project, if you like. Check out my latest post for details of both. Hope to see you there! Thanks,
Gracie xxx
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I love this so much, I can’t even tell you. There are people who tell me it’ll be alright, just wait and see… but, like you, I’m tired of that.
Anyway.
I love poetry, and you’re really good at it. :) Sometimes I’m not even sad, but I’ll start writing and my poems become sad. But that’s alright, it’s what I like about poetry. I love the metaphor you came up with and the whole poem is just so beautiful and true.
& for the record…I care. And it’s hard because I’m an online friend, but if you need me, you know how to get to me. I’ll listen to you, because I imagine you as one of my own irl best friends. You were the reason I started blogging and I’m so grateful I met you online. It’s a bit painful to know you’re hurting- I don’t want you to be upset- but I truly admire how you can express that so beautifully.
I love you-and your blog-so much. Remember that. :)
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i wish you couldn’t relate to this, but it’s honestly kind of nice to know that i’m not the only person who feels this way.
thank you so much, rutvi. i know i can talk to you, and that’s comforting. and i’m here if you need me, you know.
i think of you as one of my best friends, too. :) it would be so much more fun if i could see you irl, but this will have to do for now. i’m so glad that you started blogging, and it’s kind of insane to know how many people i’ve inspired to put their thoughts online.
xo loren
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Yeah, thank you. I’ll keep that in mind. i know, it would be pretty awesome if we could meet. I should put “meeting loren” on my Christmas wishlist.
It is. You’re so inspiring. I only hope I can do that for someone someday :)
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I love you Loren
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you too, b.
xo loren
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I just want to say
that it will be ok
someday
i know you said you’re tired
of hearing people say
‘it will be ok’
ok
I try to understand
but from where I stand
i really don’t
ok
but I’m still gonna say
it will be ok
someday
if not in a month
if not in a year
it will be ok
in heaven one day
someday
He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.
Revelation 21:4
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That was amazing! :)
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thanks, olive. :)
xo loren
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Your poetry is beautiful! Keep your head up!
-Rose <3
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thanks, rose. you too!
xo loren
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Loren, I need to admit something…
I used to think that when people posted sad things on the internet, that they weren’t feeling what they were writing. I though they just decided to write something depressing and post it on the web. I thought that those words were just words, not emotions.
I was wrong.
You and a few other people have made me realize that these words aren’t words, they’re real feelings. Thanks.
I don’t know whether or not you’re feeling ok, but just know that you’re in my prayers.
~Sam <3
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