I am just a name, a number in the files, another hopeless dreamer, a ****** guitarist, a time waster, procrastinator, another beating heart, a music lover, punk rocker, another corrupted by rock. I am just another face fighting through the crowd, a confused teen, a homebound fighter, another gear in a broken clock.
I am a lover and a hater.
Who am I?
Who am I to judge?
Who am I to say what's right and what's wrong? Who am I to love? Who am I to hate? Who am I to live without actually living? Who am I to define what's music and what's not?
Who am I to believe,
who I am is truly who I am?
I am not just
a name or
a number in
that box of files.
I am me and you are you...
I am a music ****** so I finish with...
"Death inspires me, like a dog inspires a rabbit"
~ Tyler Joseph |-/
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 3:51 PM UTC
I hate myself
and my blandness.
I hate my hair
and my sadness.
I hate my nose
and my bruteness.
I hate my feet
and my bitterness.
I hate my legs
and my desperateness.
I hate my wrists
and my selfconsciousness.
Perfection
Beauty
Happy
Brilliance
Selfless
Excitement
Nothing.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW HARD I TRY
TO STOP
THEY ASK ME TO PROMISE
BUT I CAN’T.
DON’T DO IT TO HURT ANYONE OTHER THAN MYSELF,
I DON’T DO IT WHERE YOU CAN SEE.
YOU LOOK AT ME AND THINK THAT I’M THE HAPPY LITTLE GIRL THAT HAS EVERYTHING THAT SHE WANTS,
BUT INSIDE I’M DYING SLOWLY
SCREAMING
BUT NO ONE HEARS.
THEY CAN’T SEE HOW HURT I AM INSIDE
NOT EVEN THE PEOPLE THAT ARE CLOSEST TO ME.
I’M THE BEST FRIEND
THE PERFECT GIRLFRIEND AND DAUGHTER,
NOT THE KID THAT NEEDS HELP. and i feel like i'm slowly fading away.
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 7:00 AM UTC
put an end to suicide when you feel despair
think of all the loved ones that still want you there.
those who really love you that you leave behind
what it does them is really so unkind.
if you stop and think when it all goes wrong
just so no to suicide and prove that you are strong
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC
Let's feel alive after the first cut;
the bloom on your wrist,
the white line on the mirror
separating where you have been,
and where you want to go.
You laid down in a blanket of snow
and rocked yourself like a river boat,
turning sleep in fits and waves,
to wake as a fraction of yourself.
Let's feel alive at the steep passing;
the sheer drop below,
the winter that thawed in your mind,
that first hit of love-
first taste of smoke and sugared ***
I became vacant at the shop-fronts
and pinned myself to sleep
with **** and binaural beats;
the sea-wall to my mental health.
Let's feel alive in our life's passing;
the intersecting plot-lines,
the echoes of old suffering
that will dissipate as we make our way
to where we want to go.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
One day of my life
Missing me
One day of me life
Missing me
This is because of you
This is because of you
You left my dream
You left my dream
Like a soul from the body
Like sweetness from honey
One day of my life
Missing me
One day of my life
Missing me
This is because of you
This is because of you
You took my heart
You took my heart
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
*I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.*
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC
It sounds ridiculous but only I feel productive when I'm doing nothing.
Sitting back, just relaxing.
Popping blue beans, burning bowls of green.
And just thinking.
Daydreaming about how things could have been.
How things could still be.
But how things will probably be.
Just close your eyes and let music be your guide.
Entire lives constructed and played out
in grand fashion. A world so detailed
I would rather get lost,
And never come back to this travesty of a society,
so raw and primal.
so human.
My world is so beautiful and yet so depressing
because it's what ours could be, but never will become.
Anything to distract me from this.
The 24 year old burnout grinding through school because there aren't many options left.
So where will I'll be in 5 years?
I wont.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 4:34 AM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
I dare you to wrap your lips around it,
Not matter the flavor,
I suggest you taste,
Wondering did we get enough drinks intended,
To further your attention,
Just to kiss my face,
What's that!
You wanna reversal,
Intelligent skills,
You don't need rehearsal,
Press against it,
Like your heaving,
Your amazing gifted,
With your moaning and weeping,
Neck kisses,
When you get the chance,
Reminiscent,
when you wet your pants,
Calling it wet dreams,
But I just call it romance,
Kiss me,
I dare you to wrap your lips around it,
Not matter the flavor,
I suggest you taste,
Wondering did we get enough drinks intended,
To further your attention,
Just to kiss my face.
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC