I’m not alive.
I’m not sure what to do yet.
I’m not sure what I’m in.
I.. don’t know.
What to do the next.
What I am suppose to do.
Is there something that I’m suppose to do?
I.
I hate that I don’t.
I hate that I.
This frustration.
This.. thing.
This confusion.
Whatever it is.
I..
I’m so motivated.
But.
I don’t know.
I am so unsure what to do yet.
I am not dead.
May 10, 2019
May 10, 2019 at 10:27 AM UTC
I Do(n't) know how much love you felt,
to hate me so much.
Sep 25, 2018
Sep 25, 2018 at 12:17 AM UTC
She was a lover of brokenness.
She liked antiques,
collecting little fragments of things.
She hated breaking them,
Therefore she finds brokenness,
fixes it up a little,
takes a few pieces and leaves.
She's already taken a bit of me,
and unless I shatter again,
She'll leave forever.
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
If I had one wish,
You would stay forever!
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 6:57 PM UTC
No. You’re doing it all wrong. This is not how it’s done.
Why would you even… forget it, I’ll just have to show you.
Listen. When you look up into the sky, those aren’t clouds that you see. Who told you that? See that one, the one that’s a little puffy in the center and has a long end. Yes. That’s a whale. And the one next to it that looks like there’s a hole in the middle, that one is a doorway. That’s where lost things are sent to.
And no, those aren’t just shades. They are spy glasses. So when you wear them at night and look out the window, you get night vision. Go. Take a peek over into the neighbor’s yard. I’m sure I saw a gnome there just last night.
Now, what have I told you about our bed sheet? You need to stack some pillows underneath and get a torch. It’s our tent. And don’t peek outside. I think I just heard a bear scrunching around out there.
Oh and you must, I repeat you must get onto a higher surface when someone screams ‘the floor is lava’. I’m not kidding, lava is red hot, and it will burn you. Jump onto the very next thing you find that’s higher. I really don’t want to get burnt.
Also, I saw what you did last night. You didn’t wish on that shooting star. And I know you think you’re too old for this, and that wishing on a meteor, as you like to call it, is absurd, but I would like to remind you, mister, wishes do come true.
So don’t let the magic inside you die.
Wish on that star and let your imagination run wild.
You will only get to be this old, once in your life.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC
Take me back
To the time
When toys were made
Out of plastic
Not people.
Dec 18, 2017
Dec 18, 2017 at 11:42 AM UTC
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Raven “pet me *****
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC
Babies are ugly, smelly and noisy.
When they grow up, if male, stay smelly.
if female, stay noisy.
Ugly varies.
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
Last chapati left.
"I am not hungry."
She lied.
30 years later.
"Don't spend all money on my meds."
"Maa, i have enough in my savings."
I lied.
It was my turn for revenge.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 11:41 AM UTC
Your first love burns hot and bright, like a fire made from paper, and when over, only ashes remain.
Your true love is like a well built woodfire. Slow burning, lasts for ages, and even when you sweep the ashes of initial passion, you are left with steady burning coals.
Coals aren't bright, but stay alight the longest and are much steadier. So hang in there, chum.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 12:34 PM UTC