She might feel worth...less than
The tree next to her
But she knows she has a worth
And probably a purpose too
But the one there provides shade
One with branches for birds
But she is neither
Is she just another tree
In the forest
She just wants it to end
Maybe her purpose is to be a paper
To her sometimes it sounds better than to be living
So they cut her down
And slowly all the other trees too
And now its not a forest but just a park with a few trees.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
To the great observers
He is mister bright fellow
His nature is to be with nature
Showing his vibrant shades of warm
Many would say he is yellow
But his fuel is to steal oxygen
His habit is to leave the floor charcoal
And make the trees blame themselves for the ash
He comes and goes so quick
That only the one that suffered would know of his acts.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 10:16 AM UTC
What is the time
What is on your mind friend
Do you question when it all ends
Or simply why it began
Are scary things for our entertainment
Are they just distractions from the real scare.
The world is really really big ,and can only truly be seen by the blind cat
Yet the dog asks why he too can't go to outer space
Dogs need oxygen to breath btw
So do humans ...but nobody cares about either anymore
Okay goodnight moon
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:19 AM UTC
I don't pick flowers really
But I appreciate the beauty
From the day I was born I told a lot of flowers they are beautiful
And yes they were beauty ,full
So then when I liked a flower
I said I like this flower
But then I liked many flowers
So to signify that I liked a flower more
I said I love this flower
Slowly I loved alot of flowers
But then a week later I picked a flower
And said that I love this flower too
But more than the others
And the other flowers said ***** you"
And this is why I told myself not to go picking flowers
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 9:10 AM UTC
They said If I took cough syrup that I could die
Slowly I gave the escape from reality a try
But I drank more than the recommended amount
After a while I lost count
The liquid tastes best mixed with sprite
Friends pushed away , and confusion in sight
The devil brought out my innocence one night
I layed crying on the bathroom floor
And the devil out the door
The purple liquid down the drain
And nothing to escape from the pain
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
I need to pay more attention in chemistry
instead you're all my eyes wanna see
So I began paying you more attention
And wondering if we had chemistry
But then you moved seats permanently
So I decided you probably wouldn't be into me
Apr 24, 2017
Apr 24, 2017 at 7:50 AM UTC
There is a weight that pours smiles on my face at night
Yet leaves me soaked in shame with the sunrise
One begins to show leaves in April
But truly blooms in may
Everyone sees birds chirping
And kids at play
Yet to me the light that causes them to smile
Makes me feel tired and sick
The kids at play make me feel nostalgic
Then another that will truly show in June
Because then begins white lies
With becoming and adult in-between
And 2 months of goodbyes
Apr 20, 2017
Apr 20, 2017 at 1:10 PM UTC
Its weird getting new shoes , i either like them immediately or it takes time
our friendship is like converse , it took time
but i loved how easily it could be washed , even after a muddy climb
i mean slowly i realized that with every wash the color faded a bit
i didnt mind the change in color , becuase its a good shoe
then holes and rips developed and maybe my feet grew
I got tired of the stitches and glue
its not that i dont like you
its just its hard on me too
I had an interesting trip
To realize friendship is endship
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
my phone for hours was dead
social anxiety had me in bed
my parents told me to answer the main door
your eyes filling with tears more and more
I gave you comfy clothes to wear
cuddles to show i care
I put your keys out of sight
so you wouldnt runaway at night
I put my newest shoes on your bare feet
So I ask "why did you throw the converse on the street?"
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 2:08 PM UTC
I am a polar bear
I sit on my iceberg
I don't like hugs , never did never will
But hugging you , I'd ask time to stand still
I also don't like when two mouths touch
But I'd kiss every inch of you , pretty much
Honey is from the same place as bee stings
I hate to look like an idiot or forget things
But I'd happily be an idiot to your eyes
I am a polar bear under the polluted skies
pianos and cellos were my favorite sound
When you talk , my new favorite is found
The iceberg will slowly melt
And I the polar bear with what I felt
Will drown to my death
Dec 5, 2016
Dec 5, 2016 at 4:31 AM UTC