my blood feels restless in my veins i need to move to walk to run to speak to scream to be heard to be ignored i kick out the screen separating me from the night air the roof spans before me my bedroom two stories above the ground reckless i step onto the shingles in my kitty cat socks you gave me my t shirt goes to almost my knees it waves around me like the skirts of a ball gown in the breeze my hair tangles around my face the moon illuminates my skin my earbuds sing to me feeding me slow sad rap from a beautiful person dead and gone "i just wanna lay my head on your chest, so im as close as it gets, to your heart" my tears are grazed off my face by the wind "nobody wants to talk to me, but everyone wants to walk with me" i crumple to my knees, the shingles rough "i just keep it to myself and try not to cry to loud" the sobs ive been keeping inside shake my small shoulders now no one can hear me my voice is snatched away by the gale my screams are sent to the stars the moon reaches for me the planets love me the galaxies are my friends the universe will care for me as it has cared for many broken souls before
i sit here waiting for you in the dark staring at my screen my face illuminated by the white light its not just the light that makes me look sad crybaby whispering through my speakers rough voice quietly soothing my twisted conflicted soul
why am i still waiting
why am i still here
why did i agree to stay friends. it just makes it that much harder. yeesh. should have let completely go. if you get my crybaby reference pleaaaase tell me and we can be best friends forever
~and we shall begin anew~ ~bursting forth from the ground like the shoots of a flower~ ~waves of pure water crashing onto the sand~ ~the soft touch of sunlight kissing your face~ ~things~ ~must~ ~end~ ~and we must know that we can be reborn~
i feel the need to write a poem i feel the desire to write a poem sometimes it seems everything has already been written i feel i am out of ideas for now god knows some other version of **** on earth shall come along giving me painful inspiration
i cant seem to find anything to write about today. i have an unhealthy addiction to lil peep for some reason at the moment and i am realizing his music is, in fact poetry, despite the fact that everyone thinks he *****. i certainly do not believe he ***** but hey whatever cracks your glow-sticks amiright
i long for the sun warming me to my bones smiling freckles tan lines cool water windows down music too loud late nights soft breeze late sunsets early sunrises no more of this chill i cannot seem to shake from my soul
i write lots of poems most mediocre whatever is inside my head flows through my fingers into the keyboard i spill my thoughts into the world for others to see its amazing really and beautiful to experience everyone
through their poetry
yall are incredible and it hurts my heart because you all deserve the world
i wanted to fix everyone to make everyone happy to be alive to give them a **** for life to give them a sense of joy to make everyone understand they are worth all the stars in the heavens
i came to the realization that not only must i fix myself but i cannot fix everything i can only be a stepping stone a support a helping hand a friend a lover a daughter a sister on their journey towards hope self love recovery
i want to be there for everyone. especially all of you. you all pour your heart out into your melodic words. you are all so incredibly talented and you must never forget that. thank you so much for being who you are, even if you don't appreciate it yourself. im in love with all of you and your stories.
relationships are maintained when you are able to talk through problems and understand that if you really care for the person and really love them, you can figure things out. if they are really the person for you then you can hold on and both try to make the situation better. i wish everyone luck, and love, and all the beautiful things in this world.
the car is a heap an absolute disgrace a blown speaker backseat full of crumbs a goldfish dropped into the e-break cracked windshield faulty wipers burning fuel insufficiently costing me more then i bargained for
its mine though and i love it
we got this p. o. s. of a collage student who definitely ripped my dad off. ive come to love it as much as i would love a person. it may be a disaster compared to the rest of our garage but shes mine and shes home.
im never right. i cant have an opinion. im just a ****** kid. no one hears anything i have to say.
i am the future generation. start listening.
sick and tired of adults assuming they know more of what its like to be a teen in this day and age then i do. especially cause im the one living it. just because you read an article online doesn't make you an expert Karen.
my eyelashes flutter like delicate butterflies wings my head is on your shoulder curled into you my hand cupped over your heart feeling the steady rhythm lull me into a peaceful slumber i feel safe you are my home
it hurts me so much to know you hurt so much it rips my sanity apart to know the inside of your head is a battle ground with you in the middle my soul shrinks into a corner my heart is gripped in cold sharp claws i cant sleep i cant focus on anything else but you i know you're sleeping happy to escape into unconsciousness
Such an unhealthy coping mechanism Your brain seems to float, Your limbs go numb. Feeling goes away. The white smoke curls from the corners of your mouth. The anxiety floats away with it, riding the small plumes.
There are better ways. I know there are better ways.
But its the easiest. And how could I leave behind such an old friend.