Right now, as we speak, there's a little boy, aged five
Pushed aside on the corner of his mat, where he naps
His fingers are clenched onto shredded crumbs of bread
He managed to get his hands on this morning despite his mother's constant nags
About having to save the last few bits for his new born sister
Ashes and rubble are his best friends ever since he can remember
Disturbance aches him no more
For everything he's ever known are dents
He wouldn't know what the other side of the rainbow looks like, let alone both
For he's never encountered a rainbow during his yelps of pain
Pressure, abundance of destruction, humiliation
His innocent weeps never reach aid
He is now used to it
No more room to present emotion
For everything he's encountered will forever be frozen in time
He wouldn't know what peace is, ever
For contrarily that would be foreign to him
Therefore, somewhere in this world, silence takes over
This little boy whose whole life has been built on lies and disruption
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM UTC
I've met people like you.
Loud, boisterous, dangerous, charismatic, charming, perfect.
You, force of nature, unable to be forgotten.
steam rolling over the people like me.
All my best friends have forgotten me. But I remember them.
My friends were the loud and the powerful, protecting me, meek and sheltered. So years after I've left, their impression is seared into my brain while I'm just an insignificant whisper deep in the back of their memories.
My friends are the **** and mysterious. The ones everyone wants to be. I'm only kept by their side because of my docile nature, every group needs a quiet one. Unfortunately the quiet ones are easy to forget...
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
What month is it, August?
9 whole months ago I started to notice you.
I'd known you for a year already.
I'd notice how you looked at the floor a lot,
and your voice made me smile no matter what you said.
but I was scared to look at you, because
you're not supposed to stare at the sun,
ya know?
and now we're young and happy,
living each day from
good morning <3
to
goodnight you, sleep well <3
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
sometimes i wish i didn't exist
other times i wish you didn't exist
all the other times in between im in a weird void thats oddly pretty fulfilling and i really couldnt give less of a ****
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
i really hope my gut is wrong
i know my gut is right though
i wish something like hope didn't exist
its too fallible fickle im falling
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:52 PM UTC
ive always been told to make sure i dont rely on people
i need to make sure i rely in myself
i need to make sure i can take care of what i need to do
and cast aside what's irrelevant
and i completely agree
and ive slowly started to condition myself to do so
i hope im successful
its kind of hard though now
when advice with good intentions backfires like that
i dont rely on people, yes, that is true
but i have problems trusting people when they trust me
i dont know how to stop concealing because when i finally want to open these pages i cant seem to break through its spine
i cant seem to figure out the right things to say until after the brass shells have dropped to the floor
success ***** for once
Aug 20, 2016
Aug 20, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
my love,
continue with your unfiltered commentary,
ask your questions that pierce my heart because you know that i'm lying to you
ignore that i'm bleeding
just as i've ignored you as you have already bled to your death.
life no longer flows through your veins
as affection never really flowed through mine.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:14 AM UTC
Alone in my head,
I'm feeling so low,
You wont understand,
No one can know.
My eyes are so tired,
I can't sleep at night,
Your face haunts my dreams,
When I turn out the light.
It happened so suddenly,
It happened so fast,
I knew all at once,
That none of this would last.
Was I just a game?
Was this all just for fun?
Did my feelings matter,
To anyone?
"This didn't mean anything",
That's what you said,
As I was so shamefully,
Getting up from your bed.
I held my head high,
As I walked by your side,
Tears welling up,
I was dying inside.
Weeks have passed,
Keeping secrets, telling lies,
I don't have the strength,
To look either of them in the eyes.
My heart has been broken,
Not once, but twice,
Once by my best friend,
Once by the love of my life.
Deep down inside,
I know it's my fault,
So I'm just going to lock it,
Away in my vault.
Sometimes I still think of you,
When I'm lying in bed,
Still all alone,
Inside of my head.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 12:09 AM UTC
"On ne voit bien qu'avec le cœur."
Mais, à mon avis, quand j'ai vu quelquechose avec mon cœur,
Quand j'ai décidé
ou j'ai entendu
Les choses devinnent malheureux pour moi.
Pourquoi je choisirais quelquechose
ou quelqu'un
que voulait me blesser?
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC