I feel like that's just a fancy way of saying
“jumping is the biggest decision a person can make”
because choosing to die is the most powerful thing you can do
to be free from every wound and trauma
to be free from another day or another trial
to be free from every single ugly part of living
so if my legs took me to my balcony
and I stumbled
as if I were going to jump
do you think I might feel a little of that freedom?
Nov 19, 2018
Nov 19, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC
i will not
t
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a
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myself
a p a r t
to make someone else
WHOLE
Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 1:32 AM UTC
what puts you to sleep at night?
what gets you out of bed in the morning?
what do you listen to when you're sad?
what do you listen to when you think of me?
what do you think of the color of the sky?
what do you think of the meanings of clouds?
do you look at the stars and think of me?
do you care if i look at the stars and think of you?
whats your favorite scent?
what smells remind you of time with me?
do you think about the meaning of our lives?
do you think about how out of seven billion and counting people
you're the one i fell in love with?
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 12:14 PM UTC
who was it - walking down the school corridor?
a Spanish teacher?
an honors student?
a football player?
you'll never know; you didn't care.
did it feel good,
mister shooter?
to pull the trigger on
a mother?
a best friend?
a boyfriend?
to take the lives of family and friends and lovers of innocent people?
was seeing those who have hurt you
suffer by your hand
worth a life behind bars?
16 years old
yet you think you have the right to take away life?
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 11:57 AM UTC
if the sun
doesn't embrace you with warmth
then i will.
if the leaves
don't blush red and fall for you
then i will.
if the flowers
don't bloom and burst for you
then i will.
if the ocean
doesn't sing you to sleep
then i will.
and if this poem
doesn't love you
then i will.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
Flowers are beautiful.
Not just in their appearance.
Each flower has a meaning,
Meanings unique to each one.
Flowers smell nice and look nice.
However, if you get too close they can hurt.
That's why they're put away in a vase, for viewing.
Look, don't touch.
However, all nice things must come to an end.
Flowers will wither away, much like a human.
However, you can always grow them again.
Flowers are easily replaceable.
Sometimes I hate flowers.
They're everything a human isn't.
You can't **** a person and grow one back.
You can't wither away and become a decoration.
Humans can't be put away, only to view.
Even the most beautiful flowers will hurt you.
Because you let them out of the vase.
I envy flowers, in some way.
Pick me up and spin me around.
Not too tightly, or you'll cut yourself.
Smell me, lean in and tell me I'm pretty.
Then when I wither, scatter me across the sea.
Nov 21, 2017
Nov 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
if i could write you a love poem
you know in an instant i would
but no words i could ever comprehend
would possibly be enough
to tell you how every day
every inch of my skin yearns for your touch
and i want nothing more
than to crawl inside of you
so that i never have to be away from you
to tell you how whenever i think of you
somewhere inside of me lights up
i want to pull that light out of me
and give it to you
so you know how i feel
to tell you how i know it’s not fathomable
yet i fall for you more every day
i want to peek inside your brain
and know that you’re thinking about me
as much as i do you
to tell you how i’m afraid
that someday i’ll lose you
and i’d rather you **** me
because i would rather die by your hands
than to live to see someone else take what’s mine.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 12:17 PM UTC
when i first laid eyes on you
you captivated me with you dark, round eyes
and your full, brilliant lips
only to speak even more brilliant things
“FeelsGoodMan”
you whispered to me
and i caressed your green skin
i saved many different versions of you
for they were all so perfect
i was there for you
and you for me
but one day
you left me
for my love was not enough
to match the attention
of millions of normies.
yet still i love you
although you left me
and maybe you weren’t my first love
probably not my last either
you are the most important.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:59 AM UTC
your scars are not beautiful
nobody is going to kiss your cuts
and you are not a tiger
whose earned their stripes
nor are you desirable
for the gap between your legs
or for your ribs
trying to escape your chest
nobody wants to see your bones
you are not strong
and you are not a hero
for going days without eating
feeling empty is not romantic
nobody is coming to save you
nobody else can fix you.
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 11:44 AM UTC