Christ almighty I forgot that I asked someone out to homecoming that day and got rejected in a really sweet manner that avoided telling me weather my feelings were reflected or not. It’s in a double haiku form. There were hundreds to choose from my drivers ed book, but this one was the least bad.

I hate what I’ve done and I want to destroy myself for it. Why do i hate it? Why do i hate myself for it? It was all okay. Nothing was wrong. We both enjoyed it. You want it to happy again but i feel sick thinking about it. WHY?

I have my own feelings about the turmoil this country is in, but I’m afraid to express my opinion about it. I might not say why some things are morally wrong without angering people. I am only 16. I can’t vote, I can’t get my license, I can’t do much. All I can do is be aware. I refuse to participate in this. Not because I don’t know who’s side to pick, but because I will not generate more hate and turmoil in this society.

If it’s for my own sake then I’m another corrupt being, like everyone. I don’t believe that I’d be so nice, after all, I’m corrupt enough with my thoughts.

I got nothing to add to this, so imagery is what it all is i guess.

Why do I allow you to stay when all you do is harm. I don’t feel like myself. I don’t even know what you think. I’ve never been less confident in knowing how someone feels than when I’m around you. I’m afraid of what you’ll do to me. I’m afraid of what I’ll do to you. If you’re anything like what I think, I’m just going to hurt you in the end. I’m sorry.

However,
You can’t have your cake and eat it too... unless you bought it and you live alone... but even then there’s still bacteria

Before anyone thinks it, I’ll say this: “it’s not towards you.” Why has it come to the point where I actually have to say this? Just me having fun with words.

Me writing poetry at 12:30am lol. Time for some ice cream.

Edit: after rereading this in the morning, I realized I never ate any ice cream.

Yeah idk where I was going with this it’s 10 degrees outside rn (yes, degrees F, it’s below zero in Celsius)

Just a thought

I’m alive, so yay! Working on being better now, it definitely was rough for a bit tho.

On the spot, just me writing without pause. I only used backspace for misspelt words. It’s a challenge more than anything.

Ugh this is gonna ****! Welp whatever. Might as well make use of it. Time to be the old me ****!

The parts I wrote in quotations get more specific while the other halves get less specific. I just noticed that.

I thought that when I was 17 I’d be drinking, driving (not at the same time) and smoking with buddies. Now I’m 17 and eating a candy bar in my kitchen while curled into a ball. It’s funny how what you want changes over time.

Hi~ hi~ everyone! I was listening to some Bring Me The Horizon today, and I caught myself thinking what would happen if I just drove my car into a tree (while I was driving my car I thought of this). I knew it was a dodgy thing because I don’t know how fast before I die. In the end I figured out one thing. If I went fast enough, I’d be dying, blinking out of existence, but I’d be screaming to live, in every last cell of my body. This poem is to reflect that. I didn’t crash my car. I’m not dead yet *******! (Said in a joking manner)

Too many emotions to write, so I’m taking a break for a while.

The term spiral refers to the golden ratio. That bit was inspired by the song Lateralus from Tool. “swing on the spiral…”

This is the world we live in today. If you are cast out by society, the fall to rock bottom hurts mire than being at rock bottom.

Get out of my head. You aren’t welcome.

There’s a bit of a double entente in this poem. It came in naturally at first, but I probably forced it in at the end. The riches suggested by opulence are riches of the mind, otherwise known as knowledge. That’s why the last line is what it is.

In a continuation of the last note, very few house flies have died since them, none of which were intentional murders.

Inspired by “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC (the first line is my mishearing of the song, and all the inspiration) the second line inspired by “IMN” by Mudvayne. The rest is original to me.

Sometimes life just stops.