The darkness seeps in
Enveloping me in black
I am so alone

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The trees dance softly
Swaying in the earnest wind
I can only watch

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Missed opportunities are, perhaps,
what haunts me the most
Just thinking about how different things could be,
If I had done one thing differently

I hate regrets,
And I torture myself with What Could Have Been

It's like being sucker punched with brass knuckles
And it makes me nauseous

I hate regrets.

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We may not talk a lot,
But I just want you to know,
That you are,
Always
Tucked away in the back of my heart
In a small, cozy room,
With a fireplace and a comfy armchair

You and safe and happy in my heart
I can only hope you are like that out of it

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Don't use god as an excuse for laziness,
God isn't gonna hand you ****
Life is what
You
Make of it,
So that means that, sadly,
God won't give you everything you want

Work for that ****.
Humans are capable of some pretty amazing things.

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I loathe writing poems on the computer
It's so... impersonal
With pen, it's so much more intimate
You can really get a better image of the writer at the time they wrote the poem
And, ah!
The swoop of the pen,
The way the ink trails across the paper,
It's a seduction unlike any other

And I love it so.
So, if the day comes that I can no longer write,
Just **** me,
Cause I'm already dead

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My mind, it wanders
And I,
I don't really control it,
But it just sort of -
tip-top-tips
Away
Into the darkness that, sadly, is my brain
And I,
I haven't quite mastered the art of
Bringing It Back
And I surely don't have a leash for it
So I just let it wander
And do what it wants
Because,
Really,
Who am I to deny my thoughts the Simple Pleasure
Of wandering freely
I've never been so fortunate, myself

The mind is a lovely thing,
And, oh,
How it boggles!

My thoughts are very... Freefloating
Compared to me

Funny how that works, isn't it?

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