Our texts went from paragraphs to sentences to one worded answers to one sided conversations... you only check on me for one to two days, then forgot me...
So tell me, do you really care about me? If you need me to leave, I will leave. If you think that I am clingy and annoying, tell me! I can leave...just tell me the truth...please! Stop pretending, you won’t have to suffer, I want you to be happy... even if I won’t be part of that happiness
Words hurt they say, but the feeling of them being etched is akin to new found pain a pen would be easier, staining my skin, in-erasable the pencil is more dull perhaps then will I finally feel smart it feels like an unwanted tattoo.
a part of me wish I killed myself a long time ago people call me strong but it's all an act I am being held together by a string and it's slowly breaking
red, pink, and white cheap or expensive gifts from friends, family, or loved ones. some people are sad if they don’t receive one from anyone they know. a holiday celebrating couples, what about the single people? what would happen if you weren’t loved? what would happen? valentine’s day originated from women getting sold in a town square and hit and whipped after being bought.
I can’t hide it I crave it Needing it to survive The pressure of your body That look in your eyes Pulling me closer Oh closer Sometimes by my hair Pinning me to that mattress Or whatever you dare For I feel it I love it That taste on my lips Unable to move With your hands on my hips Oh you know me Control me Fingers dancing on my thighs All those nights that you’d hold me Brought stars to my eyes By that grip of your hand Firmly ‘round my neck Oh you’d punish me tenderly I could never forget Yes you’d pull me You’d push me Goosebumps emerge on my skin Feeling the beads of your sweat Drip onto my chin Kiss me Tease me Master you know just what to do To leave me on my knees Begging for every inch of you
If I sink, I sink into my thoughts If I float, I float in dreams If I fall, I fall silent If I rise, I rise up from the ashes If I love, I love everything If I hate, I lose everything!
Not all depressed cut, Not all sad shed tears, Not all strong fight, Not all monsters roar, Not all young are innocent. Some just work harder to maintain a mask. We are here, And you have reason to fear, We are the best liars, We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting a single eyelash. Watch out we are coming.
This is a dark and serious prom but that didn't change the fact that In was tempted to put "and we're *****" instead of " And you have reason to fear" ****
Sometimes I go too deep in my writing for others to understand It's too much for them to take in I'm not looking for praise Or for money But for expression of myself and others So, they can relate and understand That some of us go through things that only a dark fantasy can describe And I'm sorry if its too much
My best work seldom trends. Imagine the disappointment That the lack of that annointment To the fragile sends.
It’s sheer luck That I don’t give a **** And completely possible I ****.
But more likely Some AI algorithm decides Whether my work is seen or obscure dies.
Don’t seek validation From social media engagement Your audience is so diluted The metrics so easily disputed.
Art is; Art does; Art takes it time To connect audience to your rhyme. Art lives; Art serves; Art is the power of your words. Don’t measure it by likes nor loves or views Or any other social cues.
Have you best expressed the sentiment you feel? If yes then ******* my friend your art is real.
Don’t measure your worth by what social media says.
Everyday at three fifteen you appear in my thoughts. Routine urges me to reach out to you. But by three sixteen I remember why I won’t, you aren’t worth my time.
Letting go of some of the toxic things in my life.
I love him I tell myself I know that We will be together forever I don’t believe that We could be separated My thoughts tell me that He’s the love of my life Sometimes my heart lies and says I could live an eternity Without him Like my friends say “We’re perfect for each other” And you can’t tell me He’s not the one.
Spring upon the rose live on the flow. Be wrapped in the fragrance touch it not. Let it be without a form even in the invisible dark shows up the moon. And believe it or not that all perfect sweet spot planet paradise could be the next stop. Like the flower thins out into the fragrance ah, these finest wings know no bound.
The butterfly paradise slips out is on the fly wafts into the enduring scent of a paint so bold. Lo, on its picturesque wings it has all the eyeballs where does it reach out to no one knows. It's on the other side of the pool only the Queen Fathima knows that groovy grove!
No one tolerates any pause is deadly on this route here death is unknown but none is destined to gain a foot! It’s a Mount Sinai scenario no eyeball can withstand the dazzling beauty enduring long. Yet it’s immaculately spotless every soul shines out that shuffles on these secret alleyways of God!
Pans out to the horizontal spread and dips into the depth. Flower in the fire, the sea in a drop of water Hewn beauty Fathima is the far cry water nymph amidst the mesmerised burnt-flock. The resident handsome swan in heaven on the constantly flowing riverfront keeping it on its toe!
This dark soil teems with potency of light and life the sun stirs the soul hidden in wait for the creative juices to flow and saturate its seeds to spring.
