All Day
I could stay by the window
Listening and watching
Clear gray skies
And the fall of the rain
On a Summer's day.
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
Like a child who drew
Rain and Clouds
On a dusty window
On a clear and sunny day.
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 6:02 PM UTC
Sometimes, I'm just like
"Is the fan even on?
I feel the vibrations of its movement
In my ears
But I don't feel it".
Does the fan even work?
Does fan even exist?
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 2:43 AM UTC
I remember when we were One,
Me and you.
Together, us, inseperable
Before it all.
Catastrophe.
War, that killed,
Emotions, people, our love.
That split us into one,
Two, three, four
All the same
We are no more.
No longer is our love,
My love.
We are individuals.
We are many.
We have lost us.
And we've lost ourselves.
Before we became
Ourselves.
Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
"I don't know", I always say.
" Do you know ANYTHING??"
"Yes. I don't remember the sound of my mother's voice".
This is truth.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 4:33 PM UTC
I love being free.
To be no longer bound
By the Rail is freedom.
To be slowed down no longer
By protection.
But to be free.
No longer bound by the rail.
Openly prone to harm and danger.
Is to be no longer bound
By the Rail.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:40 PM UTC
I seriously think I'm depressed.
I'm pretty sure I know why.
Yet it feels like I don't know.
I'm so confused.
I've left a place of joy prematurely.
(For a perfectly valid and understandable reason)
To return to a place of stress and *******
Back to memories and the same sights.
Oh how I miss the place of wonder.
Peace. Freedom. Pure happiness.
To this place.
"Everybody says that when they leave" you may say.
"Everybody has their problems at home".
But it's deeper than that.
My problems are more legitimate than you think.
What I have to return to is nothing happy.
Nothing feels the same.
I'mstarting to see life with a different pair of eyes.
I'm so confused.
I'm not sure of anything.
Except I want to go back forever.
Or until things are better.
I know for sure
I don't want to be here.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
I lost you.
(All my own fault)
You left me.
(All my own fault)
I tried to get you back.
(I failed)
I thought you would forgive me
And come back.
(You didn't).
You hate me now.
Or probably I'm simply not worth remembering.
Now I bleed.
Now I bleed.
Now I bleed...
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Me, Myself and I
The Starving Boy
The Lacking Boy
The Alone Boy
The Melancholy Boy
The Misunderstood Boy
The Demented Boy
The Clueless Boy
The Intelligent Boy
The Loathed Boy
The Provoked Boy
The Ignored Boy
The Aggravated Boy
The Livid Boy
The Cowardly Boy
The Rather Miserable Epic Failure of a Boy and maybe as a human being.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
"Sometimes, there are questions that I have, That bother me", She says.
Where are these questions from?
Up above,
Or All Around us?
I already know what questions they are.
Or to be more precise, the type.
They are questions,
That only others
Have the answers to.
Questions,
That will change the way I
Interact
With
You and me
You and he
She and me.
Questions
That can only be answered
Not by the Genuine answer,
But only by LIES
Meant to satisfy
The Deluded Ones.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 8:30 AM UTC