you were a supernova caving in,
burning so bright you burned yourself.
a mighty flame that lit up the night sky,
falling and crashing from its own scalding flames;
self-destruction rips a hole in itself,
leaving a wreck that ****** in anyone
that got too close.
the coffee's too bitter and i'm losing my tether
to the world of dreams grounding me to reality.
i think i want to sleep but the coffee's too bitter,
and my mind takes a thought and runs with it.
i'm feeling it, feeling hopeless bloom in my chest again.
i think that i don't care for once.
****, sadness won't let me rest again.
i'll just fail for once. let me fail for once.
i'm tired but the coffee tastes bitter on my tongue.
i should be studying but i'm getting so hung
over my spinning mind. it feels nice to unwind
when you're so high strung.
but i'm falling and falling into this black hole
and i fear that i don't really mind it.
so where's the ******* point,
where's the light dawning down on me?
where's my epiphany?
bitter coffee makes me bitter, makes me sadder,
makes me think harder 'bout where i'm supposed to be.
now it's 1 am and i can't sleep.
the ice has melted in the cup.
i'm self admittedly in love with
the idea of not giving a ****.
- i forgot i even wrote this till i found it in my notes two months later
- wrote this when i should've been studying for my calc finals (which i was gloriously failing)
do you ever
finish doing something so
you think about what to do next,
but you're drawing blanks and
you realize that there's nothing left to do?
You sit there,
and you're thinking
of ways to pass time
but nothing you want to do comes up.
You feel done for the day
but the day isn't over yet,
and this sinking feeling erupts
that makes you feel like you're doing something wrong,
but it's ineffable, so
you do the only thing you can:
watch the clock,
wait for the sky to turn dark,
go to bed and sleep,
sleep brings tomorrow,
and tomorrow is certain;
tomorrow you have something to do again.
shot in the dark night
under the moonlight
stars, breathe, stars
i see you in my mind
i want you to be mine
but the stars
that bring us together
are gone and lost
in the sky
I am humming a song that does not exist,
making a sound with no thoughts but to make,
but to sing, but to spill out a tune
with no words.
Perhaps they'll mean something soon.
I am humming a song so I can fill in the quiet
of a boring afternoon.
A spliced rhythm, a muddled riot;
the walls listen to my artless croon.
I am humming a song with no words.
A hollow shell echoing, whispering
the beat that repeats in thirds.
Monotony is in full swing.
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