Changes for those who don't know how to change

Trapped
We're all trapped
By relationships
Jobs
Money
Religion
Our selves
And here I am
Taking advice from a crazy man at seven in the morning
Because everyone else is tired of listening
And non of this does any good
So what do I do?
Sit here rocking in pity?
Seems a bit repetitive
I'm sick of being so damn desperate
Tired of feeling aimless
Angry in my indecision
Bursting to be somewhere else
Anywhere away from this stagnate circle
I scorn sex for my rejections
Try hard to be what I think is right
Then binge on everything when no one's looking
But I still see
Can't hide a thing from yourself
Not one slip goes unpunished
Offer my wrists up for sacrafice
In a superficial way
Dust my emotions in powdered porcelain
Will it stick or fall
And where do we go from here?

 

i love this poem. your not alone, i feel the same. i have a feeling todays going to be a hard day, so im glad you wrote this, becasue atleased i know someone else feels this alone.

 

Have you considered sackcloth

"yoga monks from Taiwan and Columbia, are in charge of the farming operations"
http://www.wwoofusa.org/directory_west2.html#noca

 

I love this poem, I was just looking for something to some up how i'm feeling at the moment, and this was the first thing i saw when i logged on!!!

 

It is these very limitations that set us free;
Whence we burst the Veil of the Abyss
With the true nature of our Modesty.

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I know it would be quite presumtuous for me to think you study the I Ching as well... let alone that of the 64 hexagrams you would have been Mystickally predisposed to this particular combination, as was I. But the piece above was so synchronistic with the experience I just had, I felt inclined.

Likewise, I find it quite amusing that though I have consistently replied to every one of the pieces of yours that I have read, you've never so much as given me acknowledgement for existing. No doubt you think I'm loony. I acquiese. But I love the bitterly cynical taste of your work... in the same way that I enjoy eating chili peppers or horseradish. It makes me sweat.

AUMGN, AMEN & AGAPE