Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Exuding an aura, drawing astonishment out around them.
Beautiful things live in a world of their own.
Viewing life as a spark, leaving just as quick as it came.
Beautiful things feel stuck behind the glass.
Watching, being watched.
Beautiful things wish to be ordinary.
Fitting into their environment, not special.
Beautiful things want to be loved.
Hoping to gain a sense of belonging, a home.
Beautiful things will find their place someday.
Until then, they will exist as they are, changing for nothing but themselves.
Sep 23, 2023
Sep 23, 2023 at 12:58 AM UTC
She was his stars
He was her moon
Both lighting up the night.
He wished but never had hope
She had faith but lacked conviction
Neither one had been fully sincere.
He withdrew from the light
She was lost in the fog
The moon and stars gradually evanesced
Until only darkness remained.
Nov 7, 2022
Nov 7, 2022 at 4:44 AM UTC
i think what's sad about this time is
i want to make it, really i do.
i don't know if i'll make it.
i don't want to die,
i only want to live.
please let me live.
please?
Aug 24, 2022
Aug 24, 2022 at 5:09 PM UTC
My heart wants to be happy,
while my soul wants to be free.
My brain knows it can't save them both
but still tries.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 12:07 PM UTC
Instead of drawing roses,
I write in silver and black
turning untold thoughts into wings
to soar with the angels
who have left me behind.
Jul 31, 2022
Jul 31, 2022 at 4:30 AM UTC
Goodbye to the life I had
Goodbye to the happiness I never found
Goodbye to the sadness I couldn't seem to escape
Goodbye to the future I hoped to achieve
Goodbye
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 2:07 AM UTC
Some days the sun doesn’t shine as bright.
Some days the clouds cover the sky.
Some days I want to give up.
Some days I want to sink into the ground and watch life pass by.
But…
the sun still shines no matter how dark the night was,
the clouds part and the heavens will be seen.
Yes, I want to stop but there is a purpose to be found in the suffering.
So I will rise to face another day because a better tomorrow awaits.
Mar 4, 2022
Mar 4, 2022 at 1:07 PM UTC
Instead of drawing roses,
I write in silver and black
turning untold thoughts into wings
to soar with the angels
who have left me behind.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 11:01 PM UTC
Christmas isn’t about being happy.
Christmas is being grateful for the people who’ve stuck around for the ride…
Even if they get off at the next stop.
Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
Empty stares and glazed eyes,
dragging my feet walking to the tub.
Stripping down to my bare self,
helplessness washes over me.
I don't want to see what I've done to me,
the scars, fresh marks,
the guilt, shame, pain,
these wash over as I dip into
my memories.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 4:56 AM UTC