There is no hope in death.
It is absolute.
You try so hard to figure it out but you can’t,
all you can do is live, continuing to breathe.
There is nothing to feel guilty for, because nobody is there anymore.
We are warm and they are cold,
angry at this for happening at all.
Whistling to the wind,
all around is dark,
your grief is like shrieking into an empty room.
You can’t warm their shivers,
and guilt will always follow your happiness from now on.
There’s nothing to fight for anymore.
They are gone.
They are gone.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
The universe is a being, it’s goal is to change.
We are the cells living within it it’s body,
cells within cells,
Within cells,
Within.
What does the universe live within?
And where is it being taken?
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:12 AM UTC
Nothing is supposed to last.
The most colourfully electric feelings are supposed to flow through us and only be remembered in afterglow.
Then we can prepare for the new,
the alternative is trying to clasp the lightning bolts inside us that inevitably slip through our fingers.
Leaving us blindly clasping onto nothing yet terrified to let it go,
and in the distraction hauntingly missing,
the most glorious moments of our lives.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:47 PM UTC
Trying to tell the story of my fantasies, and convey the feelings in my mind,
were you just young or is there something in you that’s waiting for me as much as I’m waiting for you?
I need to know.
You were in a red seat in my home town,
I wish I could be there with you, we could be kings.
I get this feeling when I think of where I’ve been and where I am,
I want another chance to make it last forever.
Nostalgia, bare smiles and bare laughter.
Innocence and freedom,
blank canvases full of individuality all eventually smeared with the same mundane uniformity.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 6:01 PM UTC
**** how hard you work,
It’s never gonna happen,
Just give up now, baby.
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:42 PM UTC
One minute I hate you and the next I feel guilty,
I know I’m distracted, lazy and frustrated.
I’m not sitting comfortably but I know that I’m not an unhappy person,
I’m just so conditioned to not play, to quiet, temper and dilute myself.
Until I fit in so well,
that you can’t see me at all.
Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
Whether you love it or not,
you have to move on at some point.
Only then the memories hit you and the feelings come back,
you can smell the thoughts you used to have and the way you used to be,
what we're gonna do next still scares me.
By speed and deed I won’t ever forget you,
I still look for solidarity from each and every one of you.
It’s special what we went through, I miss you.
How can the sky still look the same as it always has if I'm older, and it's an even deeper shade of blue.
Years later,
on my own,
fast flashes of memories of when we just couldn’t stop laughing,
and suddenly my heart’s truly broken.
Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 5:53 PM UTC
Do you remember?
We've been here before,
it blew our children to pieces.
And we cheered and cried when it was over,
then we beguiled at our peace and tranquility, we envied our own visionaries,
and now we're back here again.
Are you willing to die for what you disagree with?
There can be a different world from this one.
This one that is so well built over time to keep things easy for those that don’t understand
the need for purity and transparency and excitement and wonder.
To keep things the same and treat innovation as gangrene.
Feel the life in the grass,
the freshness that breathy wind gives it,
the air that flows over your skin.
The feelings that turn your stubborn brain into liquid crystal tears,
the mirroring of characters that understand you, that represent you.
With them peace is at our fingertips.
It can be tiring looking for sunshine, but it’s glow will grace us all in time.
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 1:39 PM UTC
Good morning,
good morning, the weaponisation of life,
bears a resemblance to you.
Each morning, my dreams leave a taste in my thoughts which bears a resemblance to you.
By afternoon, I’m wandering, and through glistening windows, everyone bears a resemblance to you.
This afternoon, I hoped my fantasies would be quenched, my heart tense, then I realised,
my imagination had blocked my view.
Tonight, each night, I rest, as I walk through your rivers in my slumber,
each moonlit reflection,
bears a resemblance to you.
But only when I look in broken mirrors, can I see that solace is all that’s true.
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
People whose only meaning is to keep up appearances,
a competition of swankiness,
looking around like barn owls,
trying to hide from the inevitable bigger fish.
I’m just as bad for sitting here, keeping up with the jones’, trying to believe this nice time is worth it.
They sit and expect, despite having absolutely nothing to offer.
I’d love to inject you all with lucidity, and watch your life degrade.
Show the true colours of your damaged personality,
Expose your grey hypocritical ubiquity.
Bland and soulless,
empty and barren.
A dry riverbed,
I can see through the cracks and the confusion behind your smile.
As you realise without knowing what’s missing, that suave looks aren’t quite enough.
Aug 5, 2018
Aug 5, 2018 at 3:03 PM UTC