Fatigue for breakfast.
Exhaustion for lunch.
Dinner was a bowl of captain crunch.
Sleeping kills too much time,
That I thought it redundant.
But maybe I'm just avoiding the plunder
That's nowhere near subtle,
When you burst into my subconscious.
And rake nostalgia
into piles of sentimental movie clips
that could only make me weep.
Nostalgia is incessant.
It victimizes the past
And reminds me of all the things
that didn't last.
Fatigue for breakfast.
Adrenaline for lunch.
Afternoon tea was a joke.
And dinner?
You're a humorous bunch.
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:52 AM UTC
you're not my pen
you're my paper
you're not my heart
you'll be its breaker
i'm not sorry for drawing
i'm sorry for scrawling
i'm not sorry for calling
but i'm sorry for falling
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 4:58 AM UTC
She’s cute.
She’s funny.
She took my hand.
She apologized.
She’s beautiful.
She’s not mine,
Not anymore
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 5:55 AM UTC
You told me you loved me,
But I merely shrugged.
You kissed and hugged me,
But I simply looked the other way.
You told me you'd stay forever,
But I believed you.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC
Some people get over break ups by shoving their face with ice cream, crying a river and watching sappy rom-coms. Others wait until it hits them like a ************ on a bike who's been waiting for decades.
And I am the latter.
You think our religion has too much of an impact because ours are two polar opposites?
Fair enough.
You want me to send you a message at 2am, declaring how much I do, indeed miss you?
Done.
Don't for a second think because you deem our love to be some sort of unconventional type mean you can leave it at that and blow me off.
Don't you dare let the thought of me moving on pass you by because ***** the breeze God sent my way is strong enough to blow your feather-light *** off my mind.
But, then again, you might not think that. You might have moved on too and I'm very glad that you did.
Not that I have any influence on your person, but I want to see you smile. I want to hear that laugh that struck me the very first time I met you.
It's funny, because I cannot, for billions of ******* years, wonder what it is like to see you with someone else.
But it's probably because I'm selfish
and I'm helpless
and I'm out of your life and
I'm not over you.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:23 AM UTC
I can't love this person,
because I am not allowed to.
I am bound by social standards
and prohibited by my parents.
I don't kiss this person,
because I am not allowed to.
I can't love this person,
because she's a girl too.
Silenced by the pressure of social norms,
Hushed by the fear of being judged.
Who's to say love takes many forms
When no one can accept us?
Who's to make our future
When everyone is holding on to the past?
Who's to change the present
When we are still too scared of it?
Being together was never easy
Because our religions made it queasy.
Don't even get it started with our friends
They didn't have a clue about us fiends.
So we broke up
And locked our feelings up.
In a small box called nostalgia,
That hollers at night for ya,
And digs up things you want hidden
Especially things that were forbidden.
How long will this stay a secret,
The pining, the crying, the weakness?
Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 11:21 AM UTC
A hug.
A kiss on the cheek.
Left you smug
And me- weak.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 5:05 PM UTC
Let me wake up next
To your beautiful soul and
Say 'I love you' again
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
Allow me a moment of your gaze,
So I can picture us kissing through my mind's haze.
Like I did,
with my eyes closed last night.
Didn't I say you were the only one I saw,
Even when I'm alone?
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Along the timeline of destruction
With the flow of humanity's demise
There lay many constants
In which love tries to make us realize
That even if it was illegal
Or your partner was a seagull
It didn't matter.
Not one ounce.
That we should be any more than equal.
Destiny,
Destiny.
Where art thou leading me?
Is it to be graced by your kindness
Or is it to be doomed by your judgement?
What is a world where it matter not with whom you choose to kiss and hold all the way till dawn?
What is a world where the things we love will be respected?
And the words that leave our lips are ones from the depths of our hearts and not from the pits of an undermining hell?
Now and perhaps for forever
It shall always be
A naive dream
Which is filled with child-like hope-
Momentary and fragile.
It is
A Mere
Fantasy.
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC