my poems
feed off of lost sleep
and slowing heartbeats
but when the mosters
hiding in the dark at night
won’t let me sleep
my poems
are what keeps me
from being overrun with fear
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 1:29 PM UTC
dark mode in hepo
would be pretty cool
it might just be enough
to reflect our insides
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 1:21 PM UTC
you know how,
some day
our hearts will stop beating
finishing our journey to see the ending?
you are dying
constantly
every second you live
and there is a mysterious beauty
in the sense that
living is just a process of dying
sure, maybe we are never truly dead
but if thats the case,
we were never truly alive in the first place
these are not words to mourn
my dying insides
but rather
a tribute
to the beauty of never truly being alive
and living while dying at the same time
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:19 PM UTC
Never allow your tears
To become a full stop to your emotions
Let them be commas
Flowing as your heart wishes
You are not suddenly fine
After crying for five hours
Let the teardrops
-Roll-
Off of your cheeks
They’ll wash your pain away
And leave behind
Open spots
For happiness to settle in
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 1:10 PM UTC
your breath smells guilty
and after all that you have done
i shouldn’t be surprised, really
even after you have gone
youve patched up your mistakes pretty badly
but most importantly
i wont be calling you baby
for the rest of this reality
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 12:47 PM UTC
my words speak my language
and my world revolves around my wreckage
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 10:58 PM UTC
shut up and play along
until you get the chance
to bloom
smile, innocent one
but never hold your hand out
let them fall
watch them burn in flames
and when darkness retreats
back into your heart where it rests
you will be the only
bit of black
flowering in a land of light
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 10:48 PM UTC
make love to your words
like the way you love yourself
maybe the reason i
wrote this in mere seconds
is because i only have
a few seconds worth of love left for myself
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC
i do not understand
why i cant write a single line
without diving deep into
a pit of crippling depression
i refuse to expand
this poetry collection of mine
if all the words just fall through
into chaotic commotions
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
not every drop of blood
flowing through my body
is as clean
as the water inside the sea
inside all our vessels
flows bad blood
but coming together
we can all flow along
we could be one
just like how all the seas
is just one big pool
made from small droplets
May 7, 2020
May 7, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC