little red sailed
schooner, anchors late.

when i saw this word,
mast, for some obscure
reason, i imagined some one
tied to it, hair blowing
with the wind.

i must be tired
or delirious.

sbm

why do we fear rejection?
rejecting the chance for positive projection
projecting an image of our own detection
detected by the other's inspection

take a look at your own reflection
reflect on your eyes' connection
connect to the true perception
perceive yourself as perfection

(the rules for a quantum loop poem are that the last word in each line must be used in a different form, as the first word in the following line. It also must rhyme. It can be any length.)

I can only hope that I'm as **** as my Soul
That all my scars show through
That my wounds are shown in the best of light
That I am battered and bruised
But never ready to admit defeat
Never ready to die
as a soul
Just imagine it, Thats ****

I want to leave so badly,
I want to crash my car,
**** myself,
Anything to get away.

I ******* up my life,
and mom is rubbing it in my face.
Yelling at me,
For something I can't fix anymore.

She says she's stressed,
But I'm suicidal,
And every time she pushes,
I'm closer to the edge.

The question no longer feels like
"if", but
"when"
I'll fall off.

First she says to stay,
To earn some money at my job,
Next she's angry,
Telling me to find a place and a new job.

She says I don't understand,
how to do something unpleasant,
yet I've talked to her,
and lived with her for years.

She needs to understand,
how to move on,
that a problem isn't a problem,
until you make it one.

She tells me I'm a free spirit,
that I should study I what I like,
Then yells at me,
for not doing it her way.

I want to live my way,
and she doesn't like that,
because it's not her way,
because it doesn't make sense to her.

She thinks she knows better,
but she just knows different.
When what she said was best hurt me instead,
She got angry, instead of rethinking.

I am too restless,
for her to hold me in her hand,
and I am too different from her,
for her to be my guiding figure any longer.

You owe me a shower
If you thought you could deny this from me
I understand what it's like to go without
But if it never existed in the first place
I'd kick your *** for a sorry excuse of a  "creator"

I stare at the lips
Belonging to strangers on the train
None of them draw me in
The way that yours do