I'm lost, I'm a fuck up, actually I'm a lot of things. And all of those things channel into my words, into my sentences, into everything that I write. It's the only place it can go when your funnel only ever points down, giving everything you do the chanc 20 followers / 2.2k words
I'll never cross a bridge into a different state of mind The traffic of my nerves would never pardon me or be so kind. But the currents pulsing in the wires above my head are burning into my skull my joints convulse and flicker my soul, morse code for "Do or Die" as in, Do not call this a tragedy Or an impeding doom, I'll Die in the confines of Kobains last words "It's better to burn out then fade away" I'll be better as charred dust in the minds those who feel dismay, then are like the life of the unexpected victims heart, eternally in delay
I write in a font that I can't speak in, Then you command me to sing my darkest poems to a crowd awaiting a voice of white lace. I'll refrain for I, dare not, **** myself in such a horrible way.
I want you to remember my name when everything is forgotten, It’s fine that the world consigns to oblivion, It needs a absence from the weight it was given. Remind yourself of your perfect soul, Let that remind you of me, of my need to find a reason why Let me go to sleep keeping you as the reason tonight the reason to try, before I forget that I exist.
Summer sets its heavy heels on top of the changing trees, Like the season I waste away, I will decay... from drinking too much bleach.
But the ***** killed me more as I let it burn my throat, As I let myself blackout, Only to wake up in the middle of another conversation I’ll regret, As I promise i’m still sane.
My mind poisoned me more than the misunderstood bleach ever could.
This head of mine has ****** me dry. Forced me to think alive. But die inside my bones.
But worst of all... It cut my tongue and blinded me to the point where I thought I actually wanted to see.
Handwriting is a personality of the pen no,the hand, no,the writer, no,society, no,the human, no,the water, no, the ink, No It's the art of trying not to sink
I am not a wreck I am the wreckage of cigarette butts and stardust I'm betting you're not in love And I'm hoping that I'm right Why love a girl who denies her own flight
I am not a tragedy I am the unconfined breeze That destroys the home of ideas
I am the smoke you release from your lungs You said once, it was beautiful as it evaporates