Anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious you dont need to be anxious its just that she is in a relationship and its not with me anxious anxious anxious I should not be this anxious about something so small and it isn't even real we aren't a thing anxious but I wish we were anxious and she would be willing anxious I just want to kiss someone anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious I wish I wasn't so anxious I wish I was just high anxious so I could forget and chill and feel good anxious **** I hate this anxious I want to cry anxious I should take my meds again anxious what is this the third day anxious
I wish I could tell her anxious I want her to love me back anxious god **** it PLEASE anxious I JUST WANT TO FEEL LOVED AGAIN GOD **** IT anxious anxious ANXIOUS ANXIOUS ANXIOUS ANXIOUS ANXIOUS ANXIOUS ANXIOUS anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxioous anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious why do I have to be so anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious I still feel anxious anxious anxious anxious anxious
Maybe not so anxious.
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:23 AM UTC
Long brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know, but you make me so good **** happy
You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh baby girl, you're beautiful
I wanna kiss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You're not that into me
Short brown hair
Pretty cute smile
I haven't seen you in a while
I really dont know why, but you make me so good **** happy
You make me feel like I'm a plane
Whenever I see your face
It's like I'm looking at the whole human race
Oh, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You're not that into me
Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good **** happy
You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me
Short brown hair
Pretty big nose
I haven't seen you in who knows
I really dont know why, but you made me so good **** happy
You made me feel like I was a plane
Whenever I saw your face
It was like I was looking at the whole human race
Oh baby boy, you're beautiful
I miss you, oh baby please
I wanna make you so **** happy
But I know...
You cant come back to me
God ****** Jeremy
Do you know how many people you have left to see?
So many ****** faces you could brighten with your light
But I guess that its all gone
What made this go so wrong?
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
My dear, you will find
the day you meet a person
look into their eyes
You won't forget them
for it might just make you cry
as eyes are souls, dear
When you realize
you can see someone's soul, love
haunted, you will be
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:13 AM UTC
"What are you?" might be asked
But no one will ever know
For if I trust you enough
My love for you will grow
Because, I live in the sea
Something that must not show
So I dress up in a gown and mask
Letting the sea breeze blow
Yet, you never came my love
So I shall let my secret go
Into the sea I jump
As you walk down the path to me
Watching as I flash before your eyes
Becoming oh so free
Running, screaming you call my name
But I cannot hear--how far down must I be?
That day, I lost a lover to land
And she, her love to sea
Dec 11, 2017
Dec 11, 2017 at 10:10 AM UTC
1.
I want to stuff myself full to try and fill what you left behind.
Apr 29, 2017
Apr 29, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC
i understand why you split; i forgive you honey.
i forgive you to the moon and back a thousand times
just promise to come back to me in my dreams with whispers, lullabies and goodnight kisses baby.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 1:23 PM UTC
It’s odd when you realize how poetic you get whenever you talk about your favorite place. Mine seems to radiate smells of noxious fish and decomposing aquatic life; yet I find myself sitting there, basking in the sunlight and nose-offending odors, as if I myself were in a giant stir fry of the sea, the sun, and decomposition of life itself. To most, the odors would drive them away from the place where sea is held back from the land, but I find myself drawn to it. The giddiness I feel whenever I see it, just rising from the horizon as I approach, is inexplicable. As my feet touch the ever-changing, flowing particles of crushed stone, a lightness fills me. Spreading from my feet all the way up to my head, the tips of my fingers, my nose; the lightness turns to energy. Pure, unadulterated energy. As the walk I had seemed to achieve transformed into a run, the energy turns into static, and my body turns into no-see-ums, flying in the breeze and spinning. Creating a dance that moves and flows like the liquid nearby, forward and back, lapping at the granules of ancient sand and worn glass. As static-foot touches warm stone, my body fuses back together and I climb the steep hill of smoothed down, yet still rough broken-down boulders. Unshod feet touch comforting, sturdy baby-boulders, and my body automatically starts to climb to the top. The sights aren’t that great at the beginning, seeing that you are a mere four feet or so from the small, granulated stone pieces, but as I rehearse my dance with the stones, jumping and sprawling across them with ease, it gets, stunningly, much more charming. The salt-tinged liquid makes beautiful melodies as it navigates through the cracks and holes between moulded-together stone, creating creeks and, eventually, having reached its final destination; the shoreline. Walking for what seems like miles, finally ending up at the end of the moulded sculpture, I sit down and lay there. My arms and legs spread, seeping in the warmth from every possible angle, breathing in the salty breeze. My eyes see an array of puffy marshmallows, accented with hints of pink, purple, and various shades of orange and red. I take a deep breath, letting out my worries and fears in a sigh; the sea has always calmed me. The taste on my tongue is a mixture of fish, the sea itself, and the chicken fingers being cooked up by a nearby snack shack. Sitting up, I bask in the way that the stone feels against my skin; hard, firm, but warm and comforting. Slowly being worn away by the water’s constant lapping at it, begging to be let into the overflow-areas of the shore. Time and time again, I have explored the roots of the stones, jutting up from the floor of the ocean, hiding and housing its creatures within, as if the rocks themselves were their mother. This mass of broken-down mountain formed into a beautifully elegant bridge has a name that fits its magnificence; a Jeti. The jeti houses me from the water, protects me, lets me play on her. Yet the Jeti protects herself, too. Housing barnacles is only one way that Mother Jeti defends herself, making sure that passer-bys stay on their toes, as to not catch their feet on them, for painful cuts and bleeding shall ensue soon after if they do. I need not worry about the dangers of my Mother Jeti, for I have navigated her hard and scaly vessel since I was a wee child. My feet have toughened enough to not get hurt by her sharper edges, My muscles remember each divot, nook, and cranny engraved within her scaly skin. I know her weakest parts, and her strongest. I know, that if the wind blows just right, and the tide if far enough out, she sings to you; a melodious tune of lapping waves, hungry seagulls, and the swift, quick movement of wind through all of her cracks and holes. She makes a beautiful melody, a melody to lull and comfort all of her children into a blanket of safety and warmth. When it becomes my time to go, I say”Goodbye, Mother Jeti, I wish to see you soon.”, and swiftly retrace my steps backwards, turning into no-see-ums and departing, flying into the breeze, until I return yet again.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 10:49 PM UTC
It’s odd when you realize how poetic you get whenever you talk about your favorite place.
Mine seems to excrete smells of rotten fish and decomposing aquatic life; yet I find myself sitting there, basking in the sunlight and nose-offending odors, as if I myself were in a giant stir fry of the sea, the sun, and decomposition of life itself.
Jun 14, 2015
Jun 14, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC