It thicccc

I'm diselics

Every time I walk alone..

I see the road

so old and young

so close and far

So daring and Cautious

The road the same, but different

n o w

So drawn to walk there

so I won't


any more
(e)
m o t i o n

Sneeeky snek
Out for mous
Sneeky snek
In le hous
He slithery slither
And then he starts wither
Into dust
"I don't feel so good, Mr. Stark"
whoosh

a message from me to you

Anne Frank
I am ANNE FRANK
I liek kissing bois
And touchin them

I have a sweet secret
SWEET SWEET SECRET
The gas tastes nice
So does typhus fever




It smeels liek chicken





It smeels like Anne Frank up in this torture chamber

k i l l
y o u r s e l f

No one is telling me that except myself

There's a missing link you can't find

I saw that road
and
he was there

******* THERE

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maybe it'll be me

Maybe?
Maybe noT?

Do you realize that we change our face
behind the screen,
but maybe unwillingly
Someone has been replaced









Is the person behind this screen the same as you remember?

Will you listen to my favorite song

Make me feel real
make me hear ramblings
that other can't feel
Let me laugh
at my pain
at your tears
at your eyes
eyes
eyes
of
red
rain

pick up the crumbs
find your way home,
but you'll come back
starving...

What a ******* idiot
the fear is dying

don't you know
everythING IS rEAL

It seems to
always be
about regrets
about mistakes
about worries
about pains
the knife doesn't
solve those problems
It erases you
for others
to sweep the shavings off their desk.

I'm okay
but
I
am
dying

Attention!

Silly,
how they see potential
where I never could.
everywhere I hope to be
on Earth,
but it is too late
my potential died
as well as me.

Silly, how tears
only fall down
your cheeks.

Do Everyday People
want
relatability
or
professionalism

My smile appearing
like the blue sky after
a cloudy day.
Because of the wind,
I feel it rip me away from today
to the periwinkle flower
held only by her stem.
The gentle gust mending
her fallen tears.
looking now at her
withered petals
Fly Away to the Wind.

My name is John
And I am gay
I look outside
Every single frickin day

I wish I was straight
So that I could own a goat
And a *******
And ******* goats

Remember the Poems I gave to you
in the afternoon haze of those Autumn days.
The golden hour was in between us
as the birds sang their nightly Lullabies.
Yet, I know the dark lies
spoken as the sun set her sleepy head.
I put more faith in my tattered lies
than you did.
I've seen your body
move,
slower,
an
d
******>wer.
toward the
cold reflections in the moonlight.
moonlight in the cold reflections.

just watch me



not like anyone cares

It was
Love
that brought
us to be
wasn't it

Will I crumple up and die?
Will others mourn their loss?
...
How will other react?
Every moment seems
Lost under the cybernetic skies
Little experiences connected by the frayed cords
Of a dusty computer
People disappear
Often becoming nothing of their former selves
Every photo to cling to, but never a soul.
Tangents creating a cohesive line from a
Ring encircling our world,
Yet snapped by your disappearance
...
Can't perceive a name
Only dashes
My head won't remember your name
/
-
-
-
/

There's someone outside my window
They're scaring me
Help
Please
PLEASE
PLEASE

..

We friends supposed to Be Friends Forever
But Forgot Forever
ended after death

You are so naive
so innocent
yet
is it that innocence
that makes me
love
what you do?
An idealized recreation of
myself.
that's what I made you.

The stories of girls getting a prince to sweep them off their feet
was all I needed to search for him
asking the boys if
they were my one and only
Until, one day I got a yes
, but he wasn't the one
And as the years went by I gave up hope
Until, the princess walked up to me
her frilly golden curls
and sea blue eyes
sang songs of true love
she swiped the floor from under me
and came in for a kiss.
Now joined by the heart
After the royal wedding.

Words said by my ancestors
and to be said by my descendants.

It is all a cycle
in a greater meaning
of nothing

I'm saying words that touched the tongues of many
Are they wise or foolish?
Does it matter?
It will only repeat the cycle