celestial ballet
heartstrings tear and dreams fray
a supernova painted across the skies
you only notice her as she dies
Jul 6, 2019
Jul 6, 2019 at 11:20 AM UTC
remember when we were carefree
and nothing used to worry me
the neighbourhood was my kingdom
and the front yard was my palace
we used to play pretend
worlds of magic and fantasy
we made up spells and slayed dragons
but now i’m fighting my mind’s demons
ignorance was b l i s s
when did we become like this?
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 10:20 AM UTC
seconds, minutes, hours, days
spent hoping it was just a phase
as his parents sent him to a church where they'd say
"son, you better pray the gay away"
surely this "God" had far more important issues
than a boy in a closet with a handful of tissues
surely this "hell" was a place for far worse people
than a boy forced to confess his sins under a church steeple
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
The typical 2 a.m. poem is messy
because middle of the night thoughts have no structure
The typical 2 a.m. poem is deep
because darkness is perfect for existentialism
The typical 2 a.m. poem is raw
because it's hard to edit when you're tired
This 2 a.m. poem is just another 2 a.m. poem
desperately trying to be unique
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:27 AM UTC