Forget me not,
is a hard thought.
Forget me soon,
is the time to change my tune.
Forget me now,
is difficult look back on our future vow.
hoping that we didn't fall out of frame,
the friendship promised only seems like a fever dream.
Forgotten my emotions,
you used to give me a nice sensation,
now you're the reason I lack passion.
Regretting my intimacy,
You search for another girl like it didn't matter.
Letting my heart shatter.
Being alone has left my teeth to chatter.
Feeling like the latter.
In only a few weeks.
Forgetting to be checked in as a friend hurts from someone who used to message me everyday. Seems like the promises we made were empty and you're less as upset than me.
Casted over me is a loom of doom.
Chained to the negativity it becomes hard to bare.
Crushed by my despair I drag it around and wear it as my armour.
Cursing at myself for the dark emotions, I shrike alone.
Covered by love I still reject.
Cannot receive when there's no respect for myself.
Chasing away the ones I hold dear is the only way I can endure.
Carrying memories that hold me back, I relive alone.
Costs I pay for my depression.
At only 18 years old;
He was a Jack of all trades
Had the passion of blazing flames.
The free-spirited heart of a dove.
Debating skills that reached high above.
Athletic gifts that even the most talented could adore.
A witty personality that was hard to ignore.
Smatter than most I've ever known.
Reckless with a charm that was hard to condone.
Courage that surpassed the bravest.
Achieved the highest, and came back the greatest.
Friendly as if he had all the love to give.
leaving everyone breathless.
Conner binded a small community together before and after his departure.
He may not be here with us to pray, but he can be here to guide us along the way.
No doubt in my mind is Conner going to give up so easilly.
If his legacy stays, so will he.
He was a blessing to everyone who had the pleasure of having them in his life. Mary and Wendy, the most caring guardians of my friend who passed away two weeks after graduation in a terrible car accident that was devestating. He told someone he wanted to be remembred for something, I hope this surfices ❤ July 9th, 2018
A quite I really liked from D.J. Salinger's work.
***** girls with lousy guys, drives me crazy
Maybe you shouldn't feel too sorry.
Old Sally, so **** good-looking but a pain in the ***.
"Oh, darling, I love you."
"You're probably the only reason I'm in New York right now"
I told her I loved her; it was a lie.
felt like five hundred thousand years, looking at all the phonies.
Ivey League guys with ****** voices,
a witty bunch of actors drinking their tea
and rubbernecks stand around to watch.
I was a ******* wolf, just wondering for intellectual conversation.
Just give old Caulfield the time to spoil your evening
because he's not sorry at all.
"A small project I did for the Catcher in the Rye where we were to make poems with words from chapters 17-19. They are suppose to be about his relationship with Sally or the feelings he has about her. Enjoy!
pelting peaking the poignant hearing of a peering, personable
Awakened she walks;
waiting for water to weaken against the small windows,
stemming from spring came spitting droplets, refreshing flora.
dead development dawdled by dreary dates - winter is gone.
Carrot's stones cherished close for colder days.
Winter disappears for departure.
Spring reappears for resurgence.
Everyone enjoys spring but I think rural and urban farmers alike understand that rain is the prime time for plant growth.
I'm ****** if I do and ****** if I don't.
Mom, Aunt, Brother and others, please let me go.
It can help, but would further drown me more than you know.
I feel sick, my mind is a mess from the constant consumption of multiple drugs.
End my suffering, pull the plug.
I would rather fade away right here.