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Breaking your own heart

Sit down and listen to the volumes in your head † † †  
Telling you to bleed it all out before youíre dead † † †  
And thereís such a rush, a fleeting thrill † † †  
Of every ounce of blood you spill † † †  
In your veins, a pulse of inspiration † † †  
Trapped in momentary motivation † † †  
† † † †
The spirit moves you into a dance † † †  
Speaking tongues of your own mindís God † † †  
Shaking into an unholy trance † † †  
Of creation in a listless fog † † †  
† † † †
(Empty glass, † † †  
Endless nights, † † †  
Crying till the sun comes up † † †  
Living too fast, † † †  
Dying feels right, † † †  
Till reality catches up) † † †  
† † † †
(Chorus) † † †  
Youíre making a masterpiece † † †  
And breaking your own heart † † †  
Youíre building a dynasty † † †  
And falling apart † † †  
Youíre crying a magnum opus † † †  
To water a garden of art † † †  
While youíre breaking your own heart † † †  
† † † †
Donít lose momentum, donít stop being clever † † †  
Youíve gotta use it before you lose it forever † † †  
But you curse the page, † † † †
Curse the weather, † † † †
Curse your own upbringing † † †  
Because the musicís dead and gone, † † † †
And the choirís stopped singing † † †  
While the rainstorms hush into a trickle † † †  
The weathermanís so goddamn fickle † † †  
† † † †
But the ache is always pounding † † † †
Testing the foundation † † †  
Swarms of words resounding † † † †
Unquieted by medication † † †  
† † † †
(Broken up verses, † † †  
Fragments, lines † † †  
Outside of right and wrong, † † †  
Thoughts in hearses, † † †  
Promise Iíll be fine, † † †  
If these words would come out strong) † † †  
† † † †
(Chorus 2) † † †  
Youíre reaching for perfection † † †  
And breaking your own heart † † †  
Youíre searching for some clarity † † † †  
And spiraling hard † † †  
Youíre screaming for release † † †  
But you donít even know where to start † † †  
God, youíre breaking your own heart
Written by MgAl
Published | Edited 22nd Aug 2023
Author's Note
This is taken from a line in my previous post, and the sentiment of it is similar. But it's mostly about the sudden inspiration that hits you when everything seems to make perfect sense and sounds poetic in your mind, yet when you sit down to try to put all those thoughts and ideas to paper, it gets lost in translation somehow and all that cacophony reduces to a whisper with barely anything to show for it. I know personally when this happens (and it happens a lot), I tend to sort of beat myself up for it, wondering why it's so difficult for me to articulate my own thoughts to something tangible.
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