My eyes feel soft now with tears
It's true, my heart can't beat but it works
You're bidding me goodbye for unrequited love
You're sailing into the world, to find love
Ever wondered why I live without a beating heart
It hurts badly now that you're gone
You thought your love was unrequited?
Feel free and live
With my stoic self, I'll still be alive
Without a beating heart.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 11:58 AM UTC
Dots and dashes
Codes in the moss ball
It's a roller coaster of thoughts and ideas
Purity and dark gooey matter
The pessimist and optimists are at it again
My daily agony as I smile
I am with no worries
#sigh#
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 3:10 AM UTC
I wanted to cry and be a man synchronously.
She takes me heart
Smashes it into b.i.t.s
I wanted to laugh and throw tantrums simultaneously
She hands it back with a grin
Ugly art stitches cover my heart.
True love is not for the faint hearted
There, are me fugly stitches in her heart
The force is with us.
So are cookies at the darkside.
Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
Under black lights, stains soil out skins. We lay there looking down the hill.
City lights and silhouettes of fast moving rickety cars. We could care less, we're beat and sticky.
The air stinks of Marijuana. The smokes dance to the tunes of Coffee whilst we lay in the cold room.
We've entwined our realities into one perfect moment in psychedelic states
We don't know what this
means but we could care less.
It's all about living in the moment. This night would be eternity blossoming into tomorrow.
Where's the fun in forever.
Sep 5, 2015
Sep 5, 2015 at 4:59 PM UTC
He seats and chills
I scribble and think
He eats and sips
I rack and scribble
He pretends to type
But I scribble and scribble.
He looks away
I sneak out.
I'm out here,
Who can help me solve this math
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
Oh krabby patty
Meals I've eaten since my days of milk tooth
Now
In these square pants drawers
Trying to hide the bones caused by those bottoms in bikini I can't believe
I'm still into you SpongeBob Squarepants
This is a very cheesy poem
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
There's something intriguing about how people find solace and happiness with each other.
A rather complex feeling I couldn't be bothered about.
In such situation, I'm most interested in the party that's compromising his/her true freedom to share the other's
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 11:08 AM UTC
The hermit and his hand
Sticky fingers and solitude
kama sutra of the fingers
Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:00 AM UTC
I'm on sangria
Elastic hearts screaming into my me
Slowly I ebb into the altered state
The blinding lights of bright imagery
Makes me want to close my eyes
No! alas it'll be tomorrow.
Trickery you vile wine
Let me soak in this funk with your sweetness
Werewolves howling to the moon on which my iris and pupil rest.
I'm drunk
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
We're mixing our races
Peaking what will help us survive
Bots are advancing till they take the future
We'll be long gone
Wrinkly decays nourishing tomorrow
Whatever that tomorrow is
We're a ticking time bomb
The next war will end with us all
Sometimes I wonder who will be left for the rapture?
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC