What exactly happened,
On that day?
What did I do?
What did I say?
What made you go away?
The questions echo,
Through my head each night,
When I'm trying to sleep,
Like monsters striking me,
With all their might.
Looking back,
I don't know if it was just,
Did you ever feel love?
Or was it just lust?
Did you really want to start a life?
Did you dream of sitting on the porch,
Looking at the desert skies?
You said you loved me,
Through icy blue eyes
Was it true?
Or were you trying to comfort me with lies?
You said it was my fault,
I made things end the way they did,
Yet I tried my best for you,
I was still just a kid.
Now all is said,
And all Is done,
Yet the memory echoes in my head,
At the mention of your name,
I feel the memories fill me with dread.
You used me carelessly, yet I still find myself picking the petals from flowers,
When the sun is bright and hot,
Saying,
She loves me, she loves me not.
Apr 1
Apr 1, 2026 at 3:44 AM UTC
as I lay buried underground,
my heart wont beat
but will howl for you like a hound.
As the bugs eat away at my corpse,
like I am their last meal,
they'll eat my brain and taste the memories of you,
and how loved you made me feel.
I'm not with you
in a physical way,
we cant go out and rave.
But looking down
I hope I see you,
talking to me through my grave.
I don't want you to feel depressed,
when you no longer wake up
with the weight of my head on your chest.
Instead I want you to move on from me,
live life for the both of us
full, fun, and happy as can be.
I'll visit you, when I'm a ghost
I've made that deal with the devil
I don't regret it at all
in just the thought of it I revel.
One day my body will rot,
my blood will absorb into the soil and grass,
then i'll bloom into a beautiful jacaranda tree you could hug,
then we'll be interlinked once more,
alas.
Nov 4, 2025
Nov 4, 2025 at 10:09 AM UTC
One day, we will all be forgotten
Buried underground, alone and rotten.
What's the point in trying while alive?
Is it to leave a legacy and thrive?
For me I think what matters most is self expression.
Being true to yourself with no exception. Express yourself through any device, poetry, music or how you live your life. Because
Legacies die down, Thriving only lasts so long
But what lasts forever is every beautiful song. The symphony of your life and what you did each day.
Did you take opportunities and live in every way?
Or did you lie to yourself, and waste away. One day, we will be marched to our deaths, but that's inevitable
What you decide, is the life you lead, and if it really was incredible.
Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 10:01 AM UTC