What We Think We Don’t Have

We try our hardest to be free,

Free from expectations,

Free of the chains of time,

Free of the things that weigh us down,

From the things that make us, human,

Even the bodies we are locked in.
We do everything we can to tell ourselves we are,

Because nothing can convince us,
Though we won’t admit it.

We can’t comprehend the idea that we are already free,

Because to so so we would have to admit

To full surrender. 

-t.r.p.

In My Stillness

We fight the stillness,

Trying our hardest to avoid the darkness

And the quiet that it brings,

Because even when we’re screaming in our own minds

For someone to save us from

The crowds of people taking over,

The quiet still seems lonely.

If only I would learn to let you speak.

 

Not just in the moments when the storm is higher

Then I know what to do with,

Or when the walls are too slick

At rock bottom that I can’t pull myself up,

Or the times I feel so lonely,

Forgetting who to turn to when I can’t feel you there.

But, in the moments when I feel you sitting there,

So strongly, waiting,

I can’t help but be anything but still.

 

Even when my mountains crumble,

Yours stay strong,

Screaming their adoration without saying a word,

The ocean crashes against the walls you gave it,

Obeying sometimes more silently than me,

In my stillness I am learning,

I can see, that you do so much of this for me.

Apple Picking 

I won’t stay quiet forever,
I’m sick of going silently insane,
Not saying a word
For the sake of everyone but me.
Screaming on the inside
At all the fake around me,
Can none of you see it?
Pretty on the outside,
But rotten to the core,
Stop trying to deceive me,
And just pick one already.
Put down the facade
And show me something real. 
-t.r.p.

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Simplicity Is Often Loudest.

Same Road, Different Feet.

You’ve been in my shoes,
Standing in this place before,
It looks different now,
Maybe it’s because I’ve really been in yours,
I don’t know what to say
Because it’s always been me on the other side,
I never let it show,
Because I didn’t want you knowing
Just how much my shoes had been through.

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From Where It Comes 

I scream at the mountains
Receiving nothing in reply,
I cry to the river
And it passes without comfort,
I shout to the stars
And they are silent to my plea,
I sit with the flowers
But their petals offer no advice,
I whisper His name
And He’s already there. 

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Take My Mind Back

Welcome To Today!

​You are further,

Further than you were yesterday,
Even further than just a few minutes ago.
But not tomorrow,
You don’t want to be that far yet.
You don’t have the grace for what it brings,
You only have the grace for now,
And ‘now’ means you’ve come a long way.
If you have a ‘now’ it means you had a ‘then’.
You survived then.
Look back,
I promise, you are much further
Than you thought,
Now keep walking.
-t.r.p.

I Have No Words.

There were words,

For spilt coffee,

For contentment masquerading as no other than his evil twin,

Words for the melancholy of sitting alone

Watching the world be still in the midst of its moving,

There were words,

For the unread books,

And the old worn out pair of shoes,

For the smile that hides so many secrets,

There were words,

For the crunch of fallen leaves,

For the way laughter breaks through so many of her walls,

For the things she didn’t know how to say,

Even for those,

There were words,

She just had no idea how to speak them,

How to make them come to life,

They were hiding,

Deep inside,

Always,

But she felt as if she didn’t have the power

To make them come to life.

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I Don’t Show My Heart Enough

My heart likes to live quietly, keeping to itself (not really, because then what would be the point?), though it’s never quiet, it’s rather loud actually, I’ll just rarely let you know it. It likes to think too much, beating itself up, for every little thing, though it’s not to blame, it’s not my hearts fault it got stuck in a body that refuses to do what it wants. 

-t.r.p.