my mind holds the key
everything I'm supposed to be
i never said i agree
anything society forces down my throat
I've always turned it down
I'd always drown my frown...
in this endless sea of possibility.
17/11/20
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 12:53 PM UTC
is everyone just bound to leave?
who's there to blame
if that's all I believe?
good guys finish last, they say
well I'm here asking
why'd you take him first today?
Jul 11, 2019
Jul 11, 2019 at 9:48 AM UTC
It feels like I've been away for too long.
It hasn't even been that long but yet life goes on, and so do you.
It hurts. It hurts knowing that things we used to do, now seem insignificant because time has altered them.
Picking at every memory we ever had that made me happy, and making them about my insecurities is exhausting.
Are they insecurities? Or is it just another proof of what society wants us to do?
Questioning ourselves to the point where we even question if anybody else will ever love us?
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 9:55 AM UTC
one, two, three, four
one, two, three, four
over and over...
black. yellow. red. orange. green. blue.
six colors
eight ends
twenty - four flat lines
twenty - four crosses
Countless Memories.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 10:23 PM UTC
Maybe all that is worth mentioning,
can't be mentioned.
Maybe all that comes around,
can't be seen.
Maybe all that we hear,
is inaudible.
Maybe all that is meant to be,
never was.
Maybe all that's left,
is what's felt.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Always there and never absent.
Characterized as the absence of noise.
Sometimes noise, is a side effect of silence.
Too often it's there to haunt
other times just to bring peace.
Knowing silence all too well,
once it comes it never goes.
Much like a travel ticket with no return.
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
Sitting in a dark room:
At peace.
With every single lifeless and lively thing around me. But more importantly with myself.
Staring outside my window.
A window I have gone to countless times but somehow right now it's different. A good kind of different. That one perspective every depressed and suicidal kid you wish has had. So they could see how beautiful life could be. So they could feel the greatness within their soul and revive their fire.
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018 at 6:14 PM UTC
The whole world felt like a train going full speed on an unfinished train track.
I called but she didn't hear
I tried to convince myself that if I called again she'd hear...
But I didn't.
I thought: run to her, she'll stop then...
But I didn't.
I watched as she walked towards everything she dreams of achieving, everything she aspires to be... and then I stopped.
Walking,
Thinking,
Trying.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
The way her wavey locks flow like there's no matter in the world.
The color of her nails that are darker than the depths of the Abyss.
The memories we share, ones that will always make me smile wider than the Persian Gulf.
Her morals and ways could inspire Satan himself to be better.
You see, finding a pretty face is easy.
But finding an impeccable soul as such is where the hard part lays. A soul, by no means, perfect but yet flawless in a world filled with hatred and demise. In it's own struggle finding ways to not only survive, but thrive. Blossom in ways unknown to man thus far.
... I know what you're thinking:
"How can such a person exist?"
I would tell you: "she doesn't"...
No one is as perfect as a poem.
Two words: Dark Side.
Now is the part where I lose your attention because she is no longer THAT. What you haven't yet thought of is the way she handles and drives that darkness... inside there lays a scintilla of madness and humor you are yet to discover; but oh when you do...
It's a whole new world.
Apr 30, 2018
Apr 30, 2018 at 5:31 PM UTC