I'm not sure if it is jealousy
I'm not sure if it is hate
or possibly love that is stupidly late
That look on your face
Your stupid green eyes
That poisonous mouth that will only tell lies
I don't think its love
I don't think its hate
but possibly pain that is stupidly late
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:46 AM UTC
If I promenade about as if I do not have any relevance to every other human,
If I believe I am of my own species,
If I only ever pay attention to the expansion of my self-importance,
If I have no interest in the well-being of anything other than my inconsiderate self,
If I am selfish, ignorant and conceited,
If I am opinionated, vanity obsessed and shallow,
If the only progression I make daily is the inflation of my ego..
Will I too, be admired by society?
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 4:57 PM UTC
I don't really know how to feel.
There is nothing I can do, you are gone. This is real.
This overwhelming feeling of knowing I cannot hide.
My thoughts are dark, I feel lonely inside.
I miss your homemade cakes and warm inviting smile.
The inevitability of death, is it really worthwhile?
Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 3:52 PM UTC
Why do we feel sad about losing people we love,
Surely we should be pleased.
For they no longer have to suffer,
The pain has eventually been eased.
But what if it was not pain,
What if it was unfair.
One moment they was with you,
Now no longer there.
It makes me sad to think,
I will never see you again.
But I refrain from thinking,
In case I go insane.
Although I do not cry often
I've lost all faith in day.
Although blue skies are supposed to be coming,
All I can see is grey.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC