A sickening silence slithered into a starry soul
Sending shame slinking into sight
Switching starry souls
Who once shined bright
Into sorry souls who weep at night
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 4:47 PM UTC
nothing
what is nothing
the absence of something
can know that nothing is truly there
for if there is nothing there is something
so you can not be worth nothing
for nothing is something
no one
is there such thing as no one
for if there is a lack of one
then that makes no since
it just leaves no
and people exist
so you cant be a no one
because you cant be a no
for a no is not a person
and your a person
it is impossible
to be worthless
impossible
to be nothing
so happy that your you
and that your a special something
Nov 12, 2017
Nov 12, 2017 at 9:21 PM UTC
i used to make since
i used to have a plan
until the world blew up
and scatted dreams across the land
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 7:53 AM UTC
It's been a year
I still have no mind
I still don't think
For thinking is my downfall
My thoughts
Are poison
To my success
For they pull me off course
And push me into the abyss
I want to think
But i can not
For i've built a prison
That keeps me stuck
in this empty mind of mine
I tell myself can try to
not be impulsive
And not be indecisive
But i can't
For i never learn
Ive restarted my mind but
My thoughts
are useless
and unoriginal
And self deprecating
But they are still there
For i want to think
I do not understand
The thoughts entering my head
They tell me to shut up
To look pretty
And to blend it at the same time
These thoughts do not sound like me
Like the me before i stopped thinking
For these thoughts
Are not mine
It was never me
It was all of the people
Who judged me
And imposed their thoughts on me
Until they became my own
For the longest time
I was mindless
With no thought
For i believed thought was my weakness
Keeping me from perfection
When thought returned
They were no longer my own
They seemed perfect
But they had flaws
For nothing is truly perfect
If it takes away your individuality
Now i'm breaking out
Freeing my mind
I'm becoming myself
One again
I am not perfect
And i will never be
For perfection is impossible
Thoughts are finally flowing
And they are my strength
For they are my own
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
autumn
a time of crisp cold days
colorful leaves
and whipping winds
that create vibrant whirlwinds
before leaving the leaves to
shrivel up and lose their color
on the now crunchy forest floor
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a monarch
When it is not weighed down
By cold wet sand
Its wings were wet and broken
Useless
So it lay motionless
Lifeless
Under the dull sky
It tried to fly
Only to be carried by the wind
A moment of hope
Before it was thrown down
Into the unforgiving sand
It should have died
Marcisouly it was still alive
I picked it up
It was so weak that it went into my hand
And stayed there
For it was to broken to fly
I carried it off the beach
And built it a house of shells
That will most likely be its grave
Red
Yellow
Black
The colors of a butterfly
When it is not caked with sand
When the beauty is not broken
When it is flying high
Instead of being batted down
By the wind
Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 11:13 AM UTC
Three groups
The judgers
The judged
and careless ones
The members of the first group
think they are perfect
when they are liars
in their path to power they
have dragged others down
to hide their own insecurities
The Members of the middle group
are lead to believe that they are broken and useless
but are lying to themselves
for they are the ones who will change the world
The members of the last group
claim they are impartial to the words of others
they too are lying
For their group
simply does not exist
Three groups
Three lies
Where do you belong?
How do you lie?
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
It's been months
since I've written a poem
since I've turned simple words into pieces of art
since I've made sad stories seem beautiful
and inspiring
Its been months since
I've had anything to write about
months of freedom
and joy
and smiles
Its been months since I've written
for I don't write happy poems
now I have
more sad stories
to turn into beauties
Oct 5, 2017
Oct 5, 2017 at 9:41 AM UTC
We are a small little blip
in our sky full of stars
We are a small rock
in a universe full of burning ***** of gas
and frozen giants
We are an almost nothing
in the wonderful world of space and stars
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
The days get hotter
The smog gets thinker
The Ice melts
The ocean rises
Cities drown
Islands vanish
Money is still made
The world is Burning
Entire species gone forever
Whole cultures scattered
The money keeps rolling in
But what is money?
When the earth is suffering
What is money?
when we are dooming our selves
Jun 13, 2017
Jun 13, 2017 at 9:36 AM UTC