So Lonely-was the Sun
So Beautiful-was the Moon
So shinny-were the stars
but so happy was the universe
that holds them all
But the Sun cant touch anybody
Because of its danger
and the Moon didnt know what to do
so she stayed alone for forever
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 6:40 PM UTC
A cut on a lonely day
a cut to feel okay..
A cut to not feel sad,
a cut to not forget..
A cut to not break down,
a cut to let it out..
A cut to feel strong,
a cut and I'm almost gone...
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
When did sorry become throwaway?
When did remorse become a game to play?
When did I become an adult?
When did I lock myself in a vault?
When did life become so serious?
When did life become so meaningless?
When did you and I last cry?
When did we both ask why?
When did we re-evaluate our pain?
When did we measure our gain?
When did you and I remain,
Together, forever, in emotion and shame?
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
So Lonely-was the Sun
So Beautiful-was the Moon
So shinny-were the stars
but so happy was the universe
that holds them all
But the Sun cant touch anybody
Because of its danger
and the Moon didnt know what to do
so she stayed alone for forever
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
People are monsters
but with beautiful faces
People are humans
but sometimes with no feelings
Apr 15, 2014
Apr 15, 2014 at 5:56 AM UTC
How many seconds in a minute?
Sixty, and no more in it.
How many minutes in an hour?
Sixty for sun and shower.
How many hours in a day?
Twenty-four for work and play.
How many days in a week?
Seven both to hear and speak.
How many weeks in a month?
Four, as the swift moon runn'th.
How many months in a year?
Twelve the almanack makes clear.
How many years in an age?
One hundred says the sage.
How many ages in time?
No one knows the rhyme.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:32 AM UTC
Loneliness doesnt mean staying alone,
Loneliness means nobody understanding your soul..
-and you push people away then.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:31 AM UTC
I see her..
she sits alone,
smiles to people and inside she cries...
I see her..
I see the pain, she tries to numb it;
and sometimes she fails..
I see her..
trying to hide her scars,
and when she goes home, she gets new ones..
I saw her..
she waved goodbye,
it is true as they say;
silence is the loudest cry...
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
I am...
The tunnel in the vision
I am...
The ink drying in the pen
I am...
The thought when you made your decision
I am...
The last time that you spent
I am...
The master of illusion
I am...
The hunger that you crave
I am...
The past time of delusion
I am...
The tomorrow that left yesterday
I am...
What once was but never will be
I am...
The point that has not been seen
I am...
The cost when you wish you were free
I am...
The Mystery
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 3:55 AM UTC