her tears fell
salty like the sea
in which she drowned
her feelings out
so she cried
and her heart shrunk and dried,
it turned from soft to bone
because you can't
squeeze blood from a stone
.
.
.
Aug 17, 2024
Aug 17, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
To be looking for giants
And seeing nothing but dust.
Can we make our own legends
And tower over all
Even though the world is so big
And we are so small?
We are not heavy enough
For our steps to leave a trace
A whisper in time,
A forgotten face
So we will die
Disappear
Please just remember
that we were here
Welcome to our home,
our birthplace and our grave
Hello and Goodbye
Welcome to planet earth
This is where our bodies lie
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 4:04 AM UTC
The ledge was slippery,
Like my mind at the moment.
A time in space
that didn’t seem to matter.
I fell,
but
I didn’t jump
- I was pushed.
I might have made the leap,
but I never made the choice.
I might have made no sound,
but I never had a voice.
I fell,
but the truth is still that
I didn’t jump
- I was pushed.
I silently drowned.
I had been dead for a long time
before I even hit the ground
.
May 26, 2023
May 26, 2023 at 6:42 PM UTC
"Death gives meaning to life."
It makes me so angry, because,
How ridiculous is it not?
That we accept an end?
Death does not give meaning to life.
- We do.
And meaning is not something to be given
It is something to be taken.
With every breath -
With every step -
And every leap you take
You create your purpose.
"Death gives meaning to life."
No.
Living does.
You do not read a book for the end
-you read it for the journey.
You should not wake up just to go to bed
-you wake up to enjoy the day.
You do not live to die.
You live to live.
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 4:45 PM UTC
Human life is funny. I tend to think of us as candles.
And we flicker.
We’re small.
We die.
But, you feed that candle, it can be a fire.
And we burn.
We blind.
We remember.
Nov 5, 2022
Nov 5, 2022 at 4:37 PM UTC
We are descendants of legends,
making our own ones.
Oct 16, 2022
Oct 16, 2022 at 2:49 PM UTC
I heard that
Anger is a secondary emotion.
I want to scream
And tell them to look at me.
I want to beat them up
So they feel like I do.
But I think
I actually just want to cry
And stop myself from hurting.
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 4:28 AM UTC
Is it hope
That we feel
When we stare into the dark
And hope something will stare back
Or is it fear
That we feel
When we hope for something
In nothing
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 4:19 AM UTC
"There’s too many”,
And they looked at me.
Did someone stab me?
It felt like it.
And then they said my name.
Did someone twist the knife?
It hurts.
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 6:39 AM UTC
it's not about what you get
it's about what you do with what you get
Sep 15, 2021
Sep 15, 2021 at 6:38 AM UTC