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rey Aug 2018
who am i?
what am i going to spend my finite life?
what is going on!
what’s going to happen in 4, 30, or 50 years?
rey Aug 2018
aren’t we all a work in progress?
living is working,
and it doesn’t stop,
until we do.

improving a skill,
losing a habit,
and improving yourself,
are all ways we keep functioning.

however,
we can also
gain weight
sleep too much
pick up vices,
but that doesn’t mean
we’re not working.

we’re all incompleted
until we no longer exist,
on this earth.
i’ll forever be
a work in progress,
until progress
has terminated.
as will you.
....
rey Aug 2018
Cobalt, periwinkle, turquoise, baby.
Name a color and I have been it.
Some days it’s more pastel,
others’ it’s midnight.
short
rey Jul 2018
Anything can be a lullaby,
if you try hard enough.
Ring around the Rosie,
is about death.
kids will find out sooner or later.
rey Jul 2018
I hate reading
My old poetry,
Knowing how blue
I was.

I hate reading
My old poetry,
Because I knew
I was in a bad place.

I hate reading
My old poetry,
Because it shows
How lonely I am.

I hate reading
My old poetry,
Because it hurts
Me.

I hate reading
My old poetry,
For the pain
I was feeling.

I deal with
My old poetry,
Because now I’ve
Learned from it.
.........
rey Jul 2018
I have skin wrapped around me
Like a present.
This is really short. It was a draft from a while ago I decided was funny enough to publish lol
rey Jul 2018
I have a lonesome heart,
and I’m not afraid to admit it.
My friends think I’m boy-crazy.
But truth is, I’m just lonely.
Having a lonesome heart is miserable.
You feel empty and low
And once it feels complete
It’s broken again.
Nobody can love me,
And if they do,
I cannot accept it.
It feels unnatural
And strange,
Being sad, insane, and alone.
I’m just tired of it all. I want to love myself, but somehow I cannot accept my own love.
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