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 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Loser
The view from the top wasn't as pretty as I had hoped.
I thought this as my wishful eyes took in the industry and machinery.
Glancing at smoke stacks and warehouses and roads that led from labor to profit.

It seems we've lost what matters most.
And It seems that we don't care.
I used to see this town as acres of green.
But time has warped the view into greed and gasoline.

My time here is slipping,
in roughly two years I'll be long gone.
At the rate that were going,
I wont want to come back.

But none of this matters as I walk these crowded halls.
None of this matters as I cheat on tests.
I just live for a tomorrow.
Never for a today.

A tomorrow with one less field,
A tomorrow with one more factory,
A tomorrow with a darker sky,
A tomorrow slightly worse than yesterday.

I cant control much,
But at least I can promise,
that I will be better tomorrow,
than I am today.

This Is how we save the world.
The view wasn’t that bad with you by my side.
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
heyo
Dear Rissy-
You are loved, you are intelligent, you are funny
I can’t think of someone more caring and patient than you
Dear Rissy-
Your family, your friends, your past choices;
None of those define you unless you let them
The only thing that should truly matter is you, the real you
Dear Rissy-
You are so strong, often at your own expense
When you look in the mirror you see a morsel, someone who only allows themself to get knocked down
When I look at you, I see someone strong, independent
Fighting the ghosts of their past and their present, and the reality of their own irrational insecurities all at once
You’re constantly fighting the battle, but eventually you’ll have to realize that there’s some things you just can’t do alone
Dear Rissy-
You are so beautiful.
Every single part of you, inside and out
Your capacity for love and compassion shows no bounds, and the sight of you palettes those attributes astonishingly
I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, the way everyone does
Dear Rissy-
I’m not going to let you go.
I’ve made similar mistakes with you before, and my return was one of the greatest blessings I’ve ever recieved
I’ll be here always until you tell me it’s time to leave
Until then, I’ll be here to help every step of the way
Some may call it controlling, some may call it parenting
And I see where they come from
But know that everything I do is to have your back

Love, Charlie
A collection of thoughts and real letters I’ve never had the confidence to give my close friend. Sorry, this one just doesn’t need to be a mystery
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Bummer
I held my bleeding heart in my trembling hands and offered it to you in hopes that you would protect it.
My wrists were soaked in crimson and my face was stained by tears but you still looked to me as if you loved me.
And you took it. And you held it. And for a moment, I thought I was safe.
Then you squeezed it. Harder and harder. Until breath could no longer escape my lungs. Your black nails, streaked by red, dug sharply into either side, and with one last effort,

You
Ripped
My
Heart
In
Half.


It was all you had to protect.
It was all I had to give.
Like the heart, we were split in two
Making it impossible to live.
ouch
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Loser
You have officially confirmed it.
I am a monster.
Now its not only what I see,
But its what you see too.
im leaving
im cutting ties
im not gonna apologise
and say goodbye
just know im through
i need to put myself first
my world no longer
revolves around you
i tried to make people happy
and only show my best side
but when i could hide it no more
i found out I never had a die or ride
.... or is it ride or die?
no matter the order
i was on such a mental roller coaster
that no one else want to help ride
i was just left alone wanting to die
up and down, but mainly down
i was laughed at and scrutinized
like i was the class clown
i no longer care about you all
there will be no visit,texts, or even calls
you left me alone
to die in my room while I bawl
and never...never again
.....will i fall
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Ithaca
Every tree begins as a seed
Every revolution is formed by a need
Any man can see the demands
But the legends of the future are the ones making plans
 Apr 2019 Over-Complicated
Ithaca
“Seven”
“Four?”
“Seven”
“Five?”
“Seven”
“Ok fine, six”
“Seven”
“Ugh, ok, here”
“You know I would’ve given it to you if you just asked instead of bartering for— Hey! You only gave me six you little...”
“Haha, what happened to just giving it to me?”
“Shut up”
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