# TFS

Author: FurryWolf25
Tags: Annoyance, Poetry, Rhyme, personal life, rap, vent

#7 of Poetry and poems

The Feelings Sounded, based on the vents of Thursday Friday and Saturday leading into Spring break. It's long over with now but damn that killed my vibes over break.
Not my typical flow, this was Rhythm And Poetry, each section represents a day

Talkin, but words aint formin

stutterin over a breath

that aint comin.

Take a seat, mouth dry

feeling like I woke up

just after I died.

Pause, wait a minute

things are going

real good,

Yeah! I can feel it,

somethin tellin me,

I'm in a much 

better mood.

Step down in the 

space I most

desire,

to see the people 

from whom I will 

inspire.

Yet enter in and 

I'm hurt,

The place lookin 

as bare as 

dirt.

Try not to take 

it to the

heart,

Continue as planned

gotta play it smart.

Fast forward

the last bit 

of my day,

Just to be 

annoyed by

logic decayed.

Correction after

correction,

fallacies too

many

Just let me 

go home

and be sippin

oh some

henny.

This bittersweet day

mark the start

of a bad 

spell,

I'm just hopin

this next 

week isn't

hell.

* * *

Glad to be 

done with

that unsavory taste

My sleep felt

like half a tube

of toothpaste

Take my act

back to routine

Holding on to

those last bits

of flourine

All takes fine

earn a heartfelt 

moment

Accepting this surprising

atonement

I'm back in 

a mood, I

can call mine.

Complete a task long

awaited, 

After plenty days

of being berated.

Start my trek

back, doing 

what I do,

to stumble on

a revolutionary

break through;

that stopping and detaining

is a most useful 

tact,

but in reality

it's harassment

as a matter 

of fact.

It's as if business 

beat ethics 

in the back 

with a belt

Here I am again,

where my mood

I can feel

melt.

A stand off

long drawn

out,

but not vindictive 

to me

Finally, withdrawl

and return,

Seeya! I'm

out!

Now to settle

this lingered

bitter spree.

* * *

Wake up,

thoughts were

dreary

Get up, stomach upset

It's all reverb,

imaginary voices I'm

hearing

But I still got

to go,

there's goals,

I still need

to get.

Doing okay,

not in my 

best shape

But I still tough it out,

Feels like this 

battle has

a narrow escape.

Beginning to feel

the choking 

grasp of doubt.

Though I know

there is comfort

by my side,

Sometimes I feel

like committing

mental suicide.

To just be done

would be 

so bliss,

Never having to

deal with

the embrace 

of that

toxic kiss.

But more harm

than good

comes from

that decision

It puts me

in an

emotional

fission.

Once again,

I must 

return

to have 

yesterday

make a 

U-turn.

Now I'm sure,

I had my 

doubts.

This week has

truly been

terrible,

And the start of Spring Break

has been a miserable one.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/YnLAAaA1
Part of the series Poetry and poems
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