Zeropoems - Zero - Tumblr Blog

the first tab I always open on accident is the bus schedule

truly annoying when you're just trying to Google something but,

your finger always slips and somehow you're now checking the next bus stop and

no matter how long I stay inside I just always have that thought of

what if I just left?

it's not like my family ever really cared to ask where I'm going before

it's not like it's an issue as long as I'm on curfew

and truly, it wouldn't be any problem to just run

yet the question still stands, why is it the only thing I can?

why do I never take both my feet off the floor,

why do I hesitate to take my shoes off

why is my backpack always half empty?

it's an old habit really

but what can I do about it now

that all my muscles know is how to run

that all I ever remember is how to breathe

and how long of a chase I can give

and phone numbers of all my half shady half lovely friends with an unoccupied couch

I would never run away

not fully

for I can never commit to a place even if it's good for me

so I will always run

but I will never get away

• down to earth - zero (me)

"I want to go home"

a statement embedded in my mind

"but not there"

always following right behind

not to trembling hands without a reason

not to breaths that feel like treason

it's not the fault of anyone

but train tracks and itchy seats are more home

than the so called one of mine

so i buy tickets costing more than my life

homesickness twisting in my throat like a knife

and i search for it everywhere i go

from any trails of me i try to forgo

hope waiting for me just out of town

knows i will never let her down

• never ending motion - zero (me)

let yourself be dragged into a routine

a coma like state of early mornings

and too late good night texts

third places only you know exist

and whole days filled with the sound

of utter and gut wretching silence

question the romanticism of your situation

as you wake up hungry but content

go on about your chores like nothing is wrong

avoid having meaningful conversations

sew new things that surely won't even fit soon

apologise to your cat like it's your own mother

go to river banks and drink black coffee

contemplate throwing yourself into the traffic

just to avoid hearing news about new dead kids

stare into your mirror long enough to disort the image

hold onto your ribs like it's your dead beat father

fill yourself with regret like it's gonna take away the hunger

let yourself be dragged into a routine

let yourself fade away slowly

let yourself be forgotten

• "a break from everything" - zero (me)

so tired of this constant urge to run

where do I run to?

what do I run from?

is there an escape from escapism?

just a bullshit black-out poem I made on an English exercise print out.