i
     never
                     know
     what
to
      write
                    so
           i
write
          lovely
                     nonsense

I like being alone
I hate being lonely

I like being quiet
I hate to not be heard

I like being a wallflower
I hate not being seen

I like being alive
But god, oh god
I hate this life

You don't ship it like I do
In my spare time (all the time)
Instead of paying attention.
You're not as much of a fan as I am
You say I'm obsessed
I call it infatuation.

You can't fill the hole in yourself
Without a ship but you'd rather not
So you can shy away from shipping
I'm on a ******* yacht.
You don't understand the calling
Which is, basically, at this point, normality
And thus, I have no need for you
Go be a carbon copy.

But I will sail!
I will go down with this ship!
(**** tumblr to hell
For spoiling my ****!)
But sail, I will, even still.
Oh, in my battleship
I'll rip your OTP!
My ship is stronger
My ship is closer to canon in reality!
So yes, your pairing, I will shred, I'll rip.

Spiritual life
Is a shrunk,
Wrinkled
And stumbling
Old man,
Wandering around
In quest for
A permanent
Shelter under
The marvel roof.

on the off chance
one of the buried
has a shovel
we dig
with our hands
while telling
these stories
of men
with headaches
whose women
would gain weight
to absorb
the souvenir warmth
of wanted
pregnancies
which made
some of the women
smoke
so as to be
in a constant state
of unveiling
bruises
seemingly given
by demon
toddlers
yet to be
crossed
by hunger
hobbled
creatures
being that the bruises
recall to us
the botched
renderings
of paw prints
and then we’re on
to the women
who don’t smoke
who are puppets
with frostbite
and believe
the lord’s stomach
is sometimes
bowl
sometimes
plate

God, there are so many things I want in life but they feel so out of reach, I feel so trapped in a cage that has no way of escape. I'm suffocating under the weight of this heartbreaking world that I don't know how to fix.

Love is fire burning bright,
Fulfilling with passion and lust,
Yet dangerous.
Love leaves your soul flaming,
Left to bleed.

Fire is the burning tenderness,
The power of love can smolder the flame or ignite it.
It ceases to live for the moment in hope and fear.
Fire consumes,
Fiery can leave blazing scars.