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Sep 26 · 173
Bad Blessings
BoringBoy Sep 26
I can tell you what you're doing
That's right
Take a picture, cause i'm moving
Hold tight
And maybe it is a good thing
No fight
Leave it to me, have your blessings
Lost night

Screaming left my voice in hiding
Can't tell if i'm even crying
Heart is lost in la la land
So i
Thought i'd leave you here, cause you're quicksand
o o o o
o o o o
i'm shattered
heart crasher
o o o o
And now i am descending

Sending you all my bad blessings
Why do you say i'm obsessing
Now I have to put you in your place
I might
Your not a teacher, fck your testings
I'm just

fiending on leaving
yeah leaving
ck you oo oo oo
I'm beaming
No gleaming
Light streaming
Get a clue oo oo
It's freeing
I'm singing
oo oo oo oo oo

And now I'm done talking good bye...
my time's due
don't judge my weird decision to make a breakup song that's not that good...i'm not UTI.
Sep 24 · 153
BoringBoy Sep 24
I speak it into existence...
I will be fine,
and happy.

Though the fall is coming, the winter shadows it.
And through that shadow, gloom lurks.

There will be a crooked reality,
and for some, joy.
But even after that, it lingers.

Not this time. Let it be crooked.
Let it be corrupted.
But I refuse to let it prosper this year.

I will win.
I will shine.
I will be warming,

I will love, care, and share my joy, gracefully.

Everything has a flaw, but everything isn't beautiful.
This winter, beautiful depravity, will be beautifully crooked.
I speak it into existence.
Sep 24 · 32
Wishful Thinking
BoringBoy Sep 24
Life is a warzone;
yet here I am, calmly continuing forward.

Beautiful tragedy, the scene around me;
where the trees and birds sing together, but not everyone can see.

Opened by the will above;
I hold a force unlike the common.

I am no better, no worse, or etcetera;
I come as a messenger with an omen.

There comes hope in the eye of the sky;
Forces greater than you and i.

But with them will be a document listing lives;
Did you take the one request that came from the hope in the sky?

Open your hearts, for it comes stealthily;
I am not here to frighten you.

I'm expecting you not to trust my words;
but you also have the choice to.

Maybe it's wishful thinking, to hope that you'll understand;
I understand you, a child of Man.

But I am merely a messenger, a poet with an omen;
Surely you'll ponder this, hopeful because you can.
Sep 24 · 26
Sun Kissed
BoringBoy Sep 24
Grip the will
around the ropes
Lock the seal
And cling to hope
Let it beat
The heart of love
Take your seat
The throne above
Hold your soul
And hug your mind
Mental road
One of a kind.
Sep 15 · 50
And in An Instance
BoringBoy Sep 15
"We've got this"

"Yeah, we're all going to get through this"

"I'm not even scared, just don't forget to remember me on your way out"

They all glanced forward...and in an instance, they all felt the same painful explosion of emotions.

"I won't forget you guys"

"Shh, you're going to make me cry. Don't talk like that"

"Shut up, you heard me, just remember me when you get back"

Before them, lied the door into their next journey. Had they known what was in stored, maybe they would've reacted differently...

"Remember...when we used to come here, and couldn't wait to do this..."

"Yeah. And we used to say that Taylor wasn't coming"

"Those were good times"


"Is this...really it"

"I don't want to go anymore"

"Let's just stay here"


"We can't"

"Even if we wanted to."


"If I don't see you guys after this...i just want you to much i love all of you."

"Yeah, me too. Especially you, Johnny. I'm going to miss hearing your weird laughs"

"***, and Tamera"

"Her voice is everything"
"I know right, please keep singing"

"Guys, now i'm going to cry"

Staring forward, into the endless abyss behind the door...hesitation began to build like tension.

"I wish we could stay forever"

"Yeah, never look back..."

"But now we're here"


"Yeah...we're here now"

"And we can't go back"

And like that, one by one, the pool of memories gradually declined in size as they gradually disappeared into the abyss.

"No more goodbyes"

"No more tears and fears"

"And in an instance"

"All of that disappears"

Inspired by the tune of this sound:
Sep 9 · 27
BoringBoy Sep 9
Gunning down the image
Something, you will see it
Believe it
Conceive it
I need you to read it
Desire the solution
The need to know
To hold on to answers
The things I can show
Please ponder my heart
And ponder your own
Do I love you
Do I love you
Can I want to...


my entirety.
BoringBoy Sep 4
I didn't want to let go...
of all of our memories
of the long lost nights talking
of the dreams we'd share to one another
of the interest that was once mutual.

I didn't want it to change...
at least not into this
i liked you so much
i couldn't tell you what this feeling is.

But you let me go, and I fell on your shallow ground...
i wasn't the prettiest, so you didn't want me
i wasn't the funniest, not entertaining
i'm not the most colorful, so you didn't see me
but you used to...what happened?

Yet, after I told you that I couldn't watch you disappear...
and although you didn't seem to care
somehow, i felt relieved.

Because it wasn't you that I was going to lose...
but just another part of me.
i saved my self, and i got away.
i truly cared for you
after all the things telling me not to...
and you let me get away.
thank you
Aug 29 · 53
A peek into Etheria
BoringBoy Aug 29
Sometimes I peek into Etheria,
Because I ponder where my soul lives,
Casually gliding in the ethereal area,
Trembling cascading chaotic abyss,
Casual sensations indulging in the journey sought.

It's overwhelming, what the power of thought can do;
Place you in realities broad and new,
A contented choke up on surprises, unexpected,
Setting a foundation for limitation is rejected.

What I found in the realm of wonder, Etheria,
From the glimpse, the journey, into an endless inside,
A song, sung so deeply and profoundly,
That only when I touched my face from hysteria,
Had I discovered my very soul, and from that, I cried.
Aug 27 · 68
BoringBoy Aug 27
I'm happily wandering into a new reflection,
The conception that I might feel succession.
Temptations will come, and potentially regression,
but it'll never sting like my previous impression.

As blunt as a bat, as hollow as a vase,
As cold as the dark, as complex as a face,
It comes and it goes, sometimes it reappears,
The dance in my mind, the past, memories trailed with tears.

A leveling adventure, a hike through the jungle,
It's captivating, for sure, all is falling through a funnel,
Grip out at the light, seizing every opportunity,
I may fall, I might, but if I get back up...

This reflection can be revolutionary.
Aug 26 · 39
Hollow, be Thy Name
BoringBoy Aug 26
This sorrow, unforgiven, Hollow, be thy name.

The screams, they come, the pain has won, as cursed and filled with aggression.

Give me today some mercy instead, and forgive me my debt, and I might just feel better.

And please change this sensation, and make hope believable.
Aug 26 · 36
BoringBoy Aug 26
Words cannot describe the feeling of sinking faster and faster into a

never-ending chain of darkness, fear for a perpetual resolve that will

never come.

A pulsation of many emotions, just to be left with the agony of


Hollowed out like a dead man's skull,

A soul carved out of a now disposable casket.

Hollow, be thy name.
Aug 22 · 27
BoringBoy Aug 22
From afar,
Up above,
In the sky,
Sea of Stars,
Let it shine,
Sing what's true,
Open eyes,
Nothing's new.
Sail a ship,
Charge till noon,
Save the clips,
Search the tomb,
Hike in sun,
Journey round,
Share the fun,
Have no doubt.

Aug 21 · 38
BoringBoy Aug 21
Aug 21 · 26
Link To The Soul
BoringBoy Aug 21
There is significance to the broken state that we possess
Cracked and corrupted, imperfect.
It's easy to tell how flawed someone is by the way they attempt to hide it.
An expected irony.
If you look between the cracks, you could see our soul;
afraid, confused, sad, amused.
Somehow, just as free to slip through our cracks and dissipate,
the same soul is unable to free itself from its living attire.
Like a phone to a battery,
A soul has no value without experience.
A vessel eventually halts meaning without a soul.
Everything has a means for something, but not everything has a soul.

We are the link to the soul.
BoringBoy Aug 17
Sometimes I can't help but smile when you come by.

Nonchalantly moving throughout your routine riddled day.

I ponder if I exist in your world; if I'm an important part of your story...
or just another piece in your background.

Who am i to you?

Who will I be, mystery man...?

                                            Often times I glance over, wondering if you'll ever desire to converse with me.

                                           Sometimes I lose myself in the forbidden realm of fantasy.

                                                  I don't want to wander into misfortune.

                                                    ­                        I don't want to like you...
but with every glance over, i find it harder to look away.

                                                       There are little longing lost thoughts  where i know my fear is wiser.

                                               I'll never be able to tell you these things... and you'll never know how compelling you are to me; a stranger in your world;

                                     Inviting you into mine.
Aug 10 · 64
BoringBoy Aug 10
Sometimes suddenly, I feel dejected.
Ejected from my previous emotion and rejected by any positive concoction.
Somehow, abruptly, I feel embedded in the thickest soot of sadness, heavy ashes of gloom suffocating my heart and all of its assets.

Sometimes I get bitten by a glumbug, and a blue sky could turn gray, I could be known to be the talker, but have nothing to say. My mind doesn't mind being a bully and having it's if my soul began to rapidly decay.

I'm glumbugged like spontaneously combusted, explosively sickened by this destructive construction. Depravity shaking and waving in motion, corrosive to my life and the future that's open.

Potent, its bite, the glumbug. Random, sudden, terrifying. Like the chilly wind that death carries, or a gut's intuition; like a sign of misfortune. What an awe-inducing contraption.
Aug 5 · 63
To My Soulmate
BoringBoy Aug 5
Dear Soulmate,
Wherever you are,

I hope to meet you, want you to meet me, hope you stay after what you see, hope we laugh, we go on an adventure, a voyage, a journey, wish life was simpler.

I ponder about you from time to time, wonder the journey you're upon. Who you are, what you like, if you'll see this, if we'll meet online, in a dream, or offline...

Hope to meet you one day, soulmate,
wherever you are
Aug 5 · 67
cαɴ'т reαcн yoυ
BoringBoy Aug 5
i can see you,
you aren't invisible and neither am i,
But you're like smoke, slipping through my fingers.
i can't reach you,
i can't hug you,
No matter how far i stretch for you,
No matter how loud i scream,
How hard i cry,
How big i smile,
you're like a work of fiction that i can't experience,
But i'd like to.
i do want you.

i'm overwhelmed that i'll wake up,
And we won't get to hold each other,
So filled with emotion,
i could turn into smoke.
Aug 5 · 59
ᑕᗩKE ᑭOᑭ
BoringBoy Aug 5
Plucked me from a pool of plenty,
Previewed perfect, sweet, and pretty,
Swallowed whole by a silhouette,
I'm not easy, but what a good guess,
Cracks upon the board you've set,
Not a pop of cake to digest,
Never was somebody's snack,
The addiction you've made because you're obsessed,
I am still a kind of treat,
Just not one that's sold, wrapped and made for your deceit.
Jul 31 · 83
Describing My Demon
BoringBoy Jul 31
Ever had the urge to sneeze but just when it was about to come out it doesn't?

Ever sneezed and it hurt because it was too hard, so sneezing wasn't as nice as it usually is?

Sometimes you ever eat something so good or do something so bad for the sake of "good" but regret it later?

Ever wanted to cry or scream or just....nvadjknajnvsknv, yet your body didn't seem to agree?

Ever looked in the mirror and realized the person you were looking at isn't the same person you once innocently acknowledged as you when you were younger?

Ever think about the fact that your reflection is looking back at someone else with far worse than any strangers judgment?

Ever smiled in someone's face when you wanted to die, just so that you wouldn't **** their mood?

Ever just chewed on food but didn't dare swallow because you were too fat to deserve to eat for the day?

Ever had them whispering in your ear how worthless, valueless, pointless and otiose you were?

Ever been so drugged up on depression that the only thing you held as truth was the poison you'd willingly swallow called mental abuse and pessimism?

Ever wanted to scrub your skin and erase its color, paint it darker, perm your hair straight no matter the chemicals, fry it to fro no matter the damage, hurt yourself with self-hatred, wanted to just cease to exist because you feel like at least your family for once would actually get along or care about someone if you were gone, because you're not what they got to control?

Ever just silently suffered and forgot?

Ever went through some traumatic experience and was forced to "let go" because no one else cared?

Felt any pain or discomfort reading this?

Well, that's my demon for you.
4:57 AM
Jul 28 · 44
Eight Circles
BoringBoy Jul 28
Sometimes my silence speaks louder than my screams
And I don't always know what that means
Listening for someone to balance my chaos
Assuming someone else is supposed to be my peace.

When did forests glow such green
As the sun may glimmer such bright beams
And the sky may shower many delicate streams
Things are beginning to look like a dedicated dream.

Often lost and filled up on alone
Why aren't I good on my own
Where is my wonderland that I could roam
I just want a place to call my home.

a                a
a                a

Way to contemplate life's meaning
Constantly comparing till we all agree on the singing
But some will always tune and tone different ringing
Yet there're strings that keep us attached, grant us our eyes 4 seeing.

Question the poet by the poem's intent
Or form your own story with the imagination pent,
It won't take long to build a fortress with descent
But be wary of what messages you've bent.

Pillage a tower and mangle its stories
Set a fire for disaster or to create some kind of glory
May a field bloom so brightly and it's life vitally strong
Because a life that goes on awhile is a life full of stories just as long.

The                       The
fin             .EnddnE.              fin
The                       The
Jul 27 · 47
BoringBoy Jul 27
I went on a journey
Jumping from one memory to the next
And then I forgot what I was doing
Backward, I went, looking for that answer
Where was I going
Why was I going
Grabbing and pulling for that special answer
It's gone
But it will find me
And when it does
I hope I'm not too late.
Jul 26 · 122
BoringBoy Jul 26
Just a moment ago I was smiling from ear to ear
Casually wondering what I could do to make it better
Wanting to share it with everyone, and you
Just to see it wither like life always does
So beautiful
and then

Unable to place the pieces into a clear picture
Incapable of understanding the message
You've sent me on a quest for a heart
that didn't exist...
And then blamed me for going.

When will you see that you were trusted
You were given real trust
Given a heart with real magic
A vessel with real actions
Just to deny it as real.

I'm discombobulated.
Jul 26 · 32
BoringBoy Jul 26
I may spin and spin
Casting shadows of energy
Twirling here, and then there
For everyone that can see
And I may sing what I can bring
Sell a hell of a show
But it always ends up pointless
Maybe I'm otiose.

I can do it for myself
But my heart had selfless wings
No, it wasn't perfect
But I never solo when I sing
Yet a ghost is a ghost and sadly that's me
Maybe i'm otiose.
Otiose = Have no real purpose
Jul 25 · 90
My Emotions Bully Me
BoringBoy Jul 25
Never really had a bully bigger and worse than my emotions.
Come as a friend, shift into a demon, pour so much sadness into me

                Such a scary enemy, my emotions can truly be. Playing tricks on I the kid?
Playing tricks on me.

Thinking thoughts that thwart the trail
Blocking bypaths because bullies behave brashly

All these puzzle pieces sinking my mood quickly uh-oh

Constant circle back to him, causing my fear oh no
No wonder I cower when my emotions bully me.
Jul 25 · 53
Feel my Thoughts
BoringBoy Jul 25
Fueled by the fiery finding of gold
Gushing through my fingers,
I have to have it.

Greedy for the find, what a steal,
It's mine,
I've got to have it!

Time seems to quicken, and my body suddenly stiffens
when the word love is mentioned...
Feelings bully my conscious.
That's a poem for later

What a game I'd never like to play
The edges on my thoughts are rather rough today
Jul 25 · 56
Mind my Feelings
BoringBoy Jul 25
Wistful feelings I felt while I was deceived by my heart
As I let him whisper hope into my ears I choked
Swallowing my words of disapproval
Smiling bitterly as I gave myself another gamble
And as the dice came dancing down at my feet
Waiting for a pair of even twins
I got two eyes.

I must mind my feelings
because sometimes he can be mischevious
and I can't afford to gamble again
no matter the potential prize
The risk can destroy me
Jul 24 · 38
BoringBoy Jul 24
I hope you got what you came for.
Now give your review.
I guess I'm a product right,
Hope you enjoyed me too.
Jul 24 · 23
BoringBoy Jul 24
Give me two weeks to reboot
Promise I'll be okay
I hope I'm numb
Lose myself in apathy
Because I can't regret
What I can't feel.

I want to be numb
Big hearts and honesty die here
I want to play the game too
Because I bet I'd win if I lost myself
An exchange for an exchange
I bet this world won't be so gray
Once I have it my way.
Less emotions losing devotion
Withering hope, say hello to destruction
Jul 24 · 22
BoringBoy Jul 24
Hold my tongue or speak my heart
A game, a match, war in the dark
Surrounded by people, ghosts led me alone
Shadowbanned, shadowbanned all on my own.

Whisper my feelings, paint them online,
Not always pretty, the original kind,
Not the best picture, not very talented,
Its raw,
it's true,
but I guess it has to be better
I can paint a pretty picture
I can lie for you
I hope people relate to these poems.
Jul 22 · 64
The One That Got Away
BoringBoy Jul 22
Told by many to leave you alone,
but I stayed.
My gut told me I would waste my time,
but I had hope.
I fought in a war I was bound to lose,
but I held faith.
Just for you to make it all feel like a waste.
I wanted you, but didn't you want me?
I cared about you, honestly.
It's hard to find people with my type of sincerity...
Guess I'm the one that got away.
I'd be a terrible actor, that's why I don't act.
I'm not a child, I don't need toys to play with.
I wasn't bored when I talked to you,
yet somehow we weren't on the same page.
I guess I wasted my time,
On another fairytale.
I gave my heart to someone that didn't love me...
You lost a heart that truly loved you.
I'll take it somewhere else.
I wish you the best.
Jul 22 · 29
BoringBoy Jul 22
There was once a feeling when talking to you
That held up my hope and gave me a smile
A feeling for you, where the gates of this world
The struggles it could provide couldn't touch me
Inspiration passively grew, fluttering it's little wings around my head
Ideas and desires fueling my day
You had a potency like no other
But that made you dangerous too.

You had a wrap on me like no other
Capable of captivating my mentality and sending me off
into depravity, silently sickened by the tragedy of losing me or you
What a world, where the same person that bought me joy could also play with my heart like a toy
Jul 19 · 127
Two Sides, Same Coin
BoringBoy Jul 19
Maybe I'm just wishful
Pondering a concoction of questions
Desires dueling with my consciousness
Thinking maybe I'll do something out of routine today
I don't want to live in a way where I regret what I didn't do
push me
pull me
Often times I'm wishful at this time of night, a thought for actions
Nothing but me and a candle, my laptop, and the large lack of light
What a way to wonder what I could do rather than not do
Considering dreamt up realities perhaps
Maybe it's just thinking
Jul 14 · 148
Cling to Shadows
BoringBoy Jul 14

Clinging onto the little things you once said
                                                            ­           I'll
                                                            ­         never
                                                           ­          leave
                                                           ­           you
                                                  ­                       .

But had you been more honest, we wouldn't be here...

Erasing memories to make up for sanity.
The things you said to me, why...?

No necessary reason to hold onto a false rope, made out of lies and false hope...

Am I being clingy?
For wanting to know why I feel like you've died?

Am I being stingy, for holding my tears so I wouldn't cry?
Why was it so tell me a story but not the end?
Why did I ever comment back, risking my heart by pushing send?

I can't say i've fallen, but I do need a helping hand...
Cause here I am feeling this way...
And now i'm sinking in quicksand.
Jul 13 · 34
Foreshadow Patterns
BoringBoy Jul 13
I had no idea you'd try to **** me with the words you wrapped around my throat.

Whispering nothings that meant something, crushed my soul of any hope.
Jul 12 · 137
BoringBoy Jul 12
Never knew how important you'd be
Until I couldn't move you out of my mind.
Sickened by these feelings, see
you have to be one of a kind.
I rarely ever feel this way,
please make it stop and set me free.
I don't know what I want to say,
you're there, I'm here, split apart by the sea.
I can't even eat, barely think, what a world,
Is this love, is this like, I don't know, but I'm scared.
What if you don't feel the same, now I'm curled,
Will you find someone better, when would you lack the care?
I've never had such high hopes in a scenario least likely to happen,
So, my gut has been highjacked by anxiety, can you see why i'm acting weird?

Please, please...
I don't want to fall in love again.
Falling in love - Klahr Retouch
Jun 17 · 339
Caterpillar: Important
BoringBoy Jun 17
There is a caterpillar inching his wee body across a leaf that fell, somewhere.

Gently existing, almost alone.

The winds could **** him.
The rain could **** him.
The dirt full of other bugs could **** him.

So many things, all around his wee little existence...
So very vulnerable, and nearly alone in a world full of life...

But that caterpillar inches his way through the leaf, eating and inching his way through his path.

Because his path will lead to a cacoon.
And a cacoon, though even more vulnerable, leads to transformation.

And when that caterpillar cracks through that cacoon, the shell that, although made him weak and easy to ****, stuck, and seemingly obsolete, it also caused him to shock the world.

He will become a butterfly.
And some will see him as unworthy, still.
Most, honestly.

But haven't you ever heard...
A butterfly can flap their fragile little, beautiful, wings and create a hurricane big enough to change thousands or millions of lives somewhere.

Setting in motion events that may not have happened if he weren't there. And in all events, something important is revealed; which ultimately makes him just as important.

So in conclusion, he may be small, weak, unappealing, vulnerable, boring, easy to ****, break, or bury...but he also has a transformation.

He is delicately dangerous, a gentle healer, and a permanent inspiration in many lives.

He was important as a caterpillar.
He is important as a butterfly.
Jun 14 · 69
BoringBoy Jun 14
Reflections reflecting on repeating patterns
A symbol of limbo and curses ever after
From calling and crashing a story to tell
Of a boy who was trapped inside of a hell
But the hope seems to flicker and this day it did shine
His year would be something, one of a kind
And there would be good days and some gloomy ones too
But the boy found some wisdom and interests that grew
So that boy that would never see this circle ever end
Had to hope somewhat harder so maybe he'd win
Though that story is moving, the end is away
Taking Time on vacation, but will come someday
When it does we will wonder and ponder with fear
May that boy have his passions and years be endeared.
May 29 · 48
BoringBoy May 29
Sentenced to a fading vision
In this rippling madness consistently beating
Noises racing from here
and there
as it all starts to fade away
oh scared we are
this is it
this is real
Numb falling faster asleep
and the pain starts to wither, decay
Do i want to go
Do i want to stay
tears stream down my face
it gets hard to breathe
everything is shutting down
i'm scared
am i
i don't know
i see nothing
the sounds muffled
i see stars
its so cold
im gone
May 29 · 28
BoringBoy May 29
Genuinely speaking
i'm scared...
   that i'll lose the heart i've held onto for so long.
because of people who've already lost theirs.

A spotlight in the dark, as I hold my heart, in fear that no one will hear
     and that's what i'm scared of, carnage and casualty, where no one cares.
May 25 · 45
No Fairytale
BoringBoy May 25
If you want to truly consider the light, you'll have to experience the dark.

Watching people play who could have the hardest heart is like a bunch of minnows pretending to be sharks until their lives are ripped apart by a real shark.

This is not a game, not a fairytale, this is the reality.

And until people start to humbly accept and live in that, we will continue to grow in our casualties.
May 20 · 115
BoringBoy May 20
Incognito was my game,
until no one could remember my name.

Drama free all of the time,
until lacking attention became a crime.

Crushing on a star in my eyes,
until it came and broke my skies.

Wishing everything was well,
but left alone in a forgotten hell.

Shedding petals pretty in color,
defined in their detail,
make art as they hover..

No tie to each other,
although they're connected,
one moves, all move,
cause they all get affected.

A part of the tree living life as a family.

But some fall and go shedding the tree,
what a tragedy.
To time cometh their woe and to woe comes great wisdom.

Some petals great,
others harsh,
but all are a part of the kingdom.

I held on to the foreshadowed results of a life without fun,
but all it took to change my mind was the warm light kiss that came from the sun.

Sometimes I focus on perpetually inevitable doom,
but often the time that's stolen by the trees,
and life around me that may bloom.

So if my woes are petals,
then so are my joys,
which some may shift and change,
and sometimes appear coy.

Because life is a place plentiful of joys and woes,
like petals,
what comes will and eventually goes.
May 16 · 35
breaking down
BoringBoy May 16
Wearing my cloak
made of gloom
watching the clock in my old room
fighting the lack of my dear soul
to build willpower to live life whole
Hope I don't choke
on my own bones
i'm tired of being so **** alone

but here i am in a dark room
watching the doom coming in its bloom
neon green numbers filling my eyes
i start to cry as i question why
my life *****
life just *****
what the ****
why does life **** so much
but no one can tell me
cause no one knows
and that's why i'm on my lone on my own
cause no one knows

no one knows
here i go
oh my gosh my soul

it's in pain
lacking gain
gloom in one hand
the left, insane

broken frame
life's a game
but without a story, so it's a shame
and that's the theme
that life's a shame
but its all okay cause it's a dream

or a nightmare a night terror
May 16 · 77
BoringBoy May 16
I leave it open
but can't you tell
usually, I'd wonder
did i fail, to make you want to
to really care
trying to break borders
so we can sail
but we're off too far from the shore
hope we don't crash
and the waves come to attack the core
so we can't bother
it won't last

but i don't close it
I never will
wish i could but waters come and swell
they never fade they say
just move away
to come back and play with us
another day
And may being so open
won't hold much pain

i just don't want this to decay
it's open so come back to play, okay
May 4 · 28
BoringBoy May 4
All of the wars I have faced
Lone as a body in its case
Opened in regret and all alone
No one to love me that's known
Even the dead cry when there's no home

As lost as a deer in a forest
Don't shed a tear when my heart is gone
Not even the weeping of a chorus
There is not a vain word on my tongue
But the green can only find words that are ****
And I may sob till it hurts my lungs
But won't ask for any restart

For this tale ends not in my power
And when it'll end, I may not come to know
So my soul will never know to cower
Yet instead it will come to eventually glow.
BoringBoy May 1
I'm finding it hard to go to sleep
I lost my farm animals, i'm absent of sheep
Finding light is a gamble on a path coated in the night
A battle against the demons and mind, a war i'm forced to fight
Tears streaming down, silently waiting to die
Can't tell you why I sit here and uncontrollably cry
As the dirt comes from land to sink dust back in time
I lose to the curse and lose something so dear of mine...

..And now i'm in bed, sobbing, because...i'm not fine.
BoringBoy Apr 29
I've come to see that there are many realities
processed and programmed in our beings
leaving us all thinking so many things

As deep as the deep of the deepness of nothing
and as something full as the thoughts that are coming
in the vastness of ripples our thoughts craft in shuffles
Some as sweet and as a warm as a chocolate *** truffle

But what's deeper than this and even more of true bliss
something right to the gist and nearly like a kiss

It's love and that is always underestimated
It's the deepest thing needed and the more powerful thing rated.
Apr 24 · 170
BoringBoy Apr 24
Honestly, I don't know
Some dead and numb, and some left to sew
Cold sweats in this chaotic energy flow
I don't believe I've ever been in a place so low

Does the moon depress when the sun shines its light
When the tides collide like they're all ready to fight
In a darkened world coated by our human blight
There's no fixed star or light to guide me through this hellish night

When did reality start to feel like it became a game
Losing loved ones, like money, as if they both were the same
If bad luck gave attention, guess I'd be drowning in fame
Lacking grip to my sweating, can't tell if I'm really sane

I'm not well, i'm so lost, losing to this circle of hell,
A pattern stuck onto me, maybe i'm stuck to a spell
A world of hurt doesn't shock me, it's where I usually dwell
I wish I could provide better, but i'm broken, can't you tell
Apr 23 · 112
BoringBoy Apr 23
If hallow bones could make me fly I'd go so high,
I'd break the sky
But here I lie, upon my bed, staring so far inside my head,
wishing that I could just be dead,
hearing the things that I once said,
Rapidly falling into a sea, as black as coal and misery,
avoid me like I am the plague, I lack the energy to even beg.

I just want to go back in time, to give my mom a hug, in person and not in just in my mind.
Apr 20 · 89
She's in My Mind
BoringBoy Apr 20
Lost the moon that watched my world yesterday...

Now my world is turning gray.
The clouds won't go away.
The rain won't stop because I say.
I lost an important one in my life.

And because I resemble you so much...
I've lost myself too, in the night.

Rip, [mom]ma bear
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