Sometimes I like to pretend that I don't exist.
I like to look up at the stars and ignore them.
I like to listen to the silence for fun.
I pretend I don't exist because practice makes perfect,
So I just keep practicing
And practicing so one day I can just stop.
Stop acting.
Stop worrying.
Stop pretending.
Sometimes I like to pretend that I don't exist,
Because that means my problems don't exist,
And there is no one waiting for me.
Like I'm floating deeper into oblivion.
But then my silence is broken
And I am alive again and reminded that someone depends on me
And I can't leave just yet.
Like its inconvenient for someone else that I leave right now.
But practice makes perfect
And I can't stop practicing.
I like to pretend that I don't exist
Because it gives me hope that someday
I won't.
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
Does any of this actually mean anything?
These jokes,
My blushing cheeks,
The time we spent together.
This feeling is completely foreign, it feels like a flesh eating disease my stomach.
Every time I see you I can feel the oncoming zombie apocalypse that lives with in me, begin to stir.
Staring into your eyes makes my chest beat so hard they can feel it in Alaska.
Which is where I want to honeymoon with you, because I figure by the time we are married we will need an isolated bunker, far enough away from civilization so we won't become zombies too.
But if we do, and if you have to be the one to **** me ,spare my eyes,
So I can always remember exactly what it was that ended the world.
For you, my darling, I would start 10,000 apocalypses.
To keep you, my darling, I would end of the world.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Oh! Creativity,
Why do you runneth away from me?
You tempt me with your golden locks,
and knock my head on every surface when I attempt to understand you.
My poor mind is restless,
I'm rushing through my poetry
So I can take my time and figure out who my muse is meant to be.
But right now,
My dear,
My head hurts.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:35 AM UTC
Tell you children about mental illnesses that run through your family and reduce teen suicide rates.
They more they know, the less isolated they will feel.
Tell your children about mental illnesses that you or your relatives have had and you might not need to know how to live with someone who can not live with themselves.
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Someone told me that I am the same as I was a year and a half ago.
Am I that plain?
Science says that my skin is completely new every 27 days.
I have to wonder, does my brain do that too?
And if so, why don't I?
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
Great men used to walk this earth.
Taking strides with their wide girths, they were willing to loose everything to save the world.
But as time passed, so did they.
Leaving it to the history books to say what legacy they left behind.
Whether or not they were good men is what we're taught,
But nothing on what they actually said
And nothing to tell us where they were heading
Except for where we are.
Can you imagine if we were the people of the past?
No one says anything important anymore.
The human race wouldn't last for sure;
With out our iPhones and iPads.
Without someone telling us what to do, we wouldn't do anything.
We used to spend our days using what we had.
We had two sticks and made something thing incredible.
We used our innovations to create something edible,
Because we were so invested in each other.
Finally though our own decendents became dependant on the things that other people grow,
But we still can't feed the world.
We should be able to save the world.
Without the people of the past, we wouldn't have what we do now.
But, they say, laziness breeds innovation.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 10:31 PM UTC
If you ask me how I am doing
I will always reply,
"I am tired".
Every breath I take wastes the energy
I don't have.
I wake up in the mornings
With imaginary chains pulling me down
Into a comfortable wave of blankets,
Demanding I stay for a little while longer.
My eyelids don't get any heavier,
They get lonely.
They spend their nights kissing my cheeks,
And during the days they only get swift visits.
So I stay in my bed as long as I can to make them happy.
As the world goes on,
And I am here,
We seem to forget about each other,
And that makes me happy.
The anxiety they give me is being washed away
By the softness that surrounds me,
And I am not tired.
I am not wasting my energy on
Fake smiles,
Or talking
To people who don't know what is actually going on in my mind.
I stay in bed as long I can.
I was lonely anyways,
Atleast this way I can insure
A part of me
Would never be.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
Staying stagnant ruins laundry,
and lives.
Being set in stone skewed the visions and values of our own children,
And crushed the hopes they insured.
Stillness can destroy a country;
Or a world.
This stagnancy,
Held leaders captive just long enough to be too late,
This stillness took the past and murdered our future,
Giving us no chance to move on.
The past protested but was silenced by the overwhelming percent of people who
Just didn't care.
Politics and hypocrisy went hand and hand
and grew together.
1% pushed the dreamers down while only .5% of the population of humanity
called them out,
while 98.5% of people tried to ignore it.
The future is screaming for peace.
Dreams were killed,
Values were skewed,
And there was no hope to be felt.
The future is screaming for peace,
But it was already too late.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Suffocation ; family, friends, work, school, work some more
Just to be thrown out the door upon my return because
I don't fit in.
Everyone has something that defines their life, their choices, and their sins.
That smothering factor that plays into every second.
Something's sometimes affect little things,
But I assure you that nothing will never affect anything.
So instead of sitting around,
Being suffocated by your fears;
Face them.
Only you make your choices.
Only you can effect you.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
It seems like so much is made from masks.
From the propaganda we breathe, to the people around us;
Everything is made from plastic that makes our lives easier to stand.
We don't realize our liberties are being taken away,
what's with all the fuss about the next big thing
if we can't even safeguard our future?
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC