Me Knowing and not knowing, Afraid and clueless. Me.
Us A thing that used to be, The dust on the mantle. Us.
We Will never be the same The blood that was spilled across the floor. We.
This crime scene filled with pain and sorrow and regret. The murderer and the victim one in the same—but also separate. Two hearts that both dance to the same miserable song.
Oof... I wrote this one a while ago...
(Also this poem is dedicated to my father, like a like a lot of my poems)
I am in awe of you, In a constant state of wonderment, Why me?, How am I enough for you?, I made the grade!, You chose me, I am yours, All yours, forever, I am in awe of you, Don't ever let me go.
The candle goes out again Relighting then flame Burning brighter then before Even if it’s just a Dream
I wrote this on the spot just because. Don’t know why but it fits into so many lives. Even if you feel Your candles flame burning low or going out, you always have enough strength to relight it again.... positivity.
Get a job, a husband or wife. Make yourself comfortable in your own life. So they tell me or would have told me if they were still alive. But they are dying slowly by the magic pills. They are no longer there to protect and care. I no longer have devils that whisper and scream. They can do both but now they are doing non. And I can see myself having fun, not caring or staring into nothingness. Yet it leaves me in mourning to know they are about to die. Maybe if I hold on a little longer I won't be lonely and then find myself a job, husband or wife.
her astrological sign could be compared to a glitch in the solar system so it split her &twisted she's a true Gemini also the twisted sister she eats cotton candy buckles up on the rides as she also swallows down a bottle of whiskey jumps through fire rings like it aint no thing
she is Majestically white born with a black alicorn a dual split a double edge sword
The blade on my skin Slides like butter on bread What can I say? It helps releive stress Been telling that lie to myself For way too long, but that's what happens When someone's not quite strong
This is one of my first poems and I was scared to share it with anyone until now
It got lonely last night, So I thought of you. In the brisk of the cold night, You were the far shining moon. Cluttered in the figments of you, Collecting some in my jar, If solitude was the next name of love, You gave me all you had.
They will tell you All poetry has been written There is nothing new Under the moon But let me tell you They don’t know you You are as unique As the DNA that exists Within your frame The ripples on your thumbprint No one ever had the same.
Listen...
You have something to say Say it proudly Say it boldly Never let them scold you.
Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
I think the devil is after me can feel it in my bones everytime I'm alone someone crawls into my head filled with demons he sends he tells them to stay still slowly I'll destroy myself
Do I even know what happiness looks like? Were you eve happy? Do I only care about my own happiness? Do I truly know what love is? Am I OK? I don't know anymore
Rosa: Wieloświat leży poza granicami odczuwania Gombrowicza i obserwacji Grotowskiego, natomiast HERODY/ Herodenspiel von Stefan Kosiewski pozwalają obserwatorowi na życie nowe vita nuova we wieloświatłowości kwantowej (ang. multiverse theater). PDF: https://de.scribd.com/doc/269708846/