What am I but a liar?
A meaningless liar.

I’m beyond broken inside. I know what I have to do to end it all. But I don’t think I have the strength to do it. I need guidance. A helping hand. Someone please help me search for an easy way out.

She’s beautiful, the finest rose in the garden. Her hands soft as silk. Her hair as fair as her skin. Those thorns will get you though. So be careful where you pick her. She’ll ***** until you bleed.

Ive never been good at this poetry stuff but I want to give it another go. Any recommendations on where to start? Haiku, lantern, ???

Soft. He is so soft
Not to the touch. I have not yet felt his skin.
Sweet. He is so sweet.
His words are so kind and keep me happy.
His. I am his.
For some reason I feel drawn to him.
Ambitious. He has ambitions.
He sees a future to be had with me.
Precious. He is precious.
Father of a daughter and a good one it seems.
Green. He is green.
Clean and pure and everything I need.
Frank. He is Frank.
Frankly I think this man is a good thing.

What do I write about? My confusion? My loss? That missed connection? His words quick and gone.

She’s a witch, she’s a killer with looks that…. Oops that’s wrong, I’ll try again
She’s a witch, she’s a….
I lost my train of thought
“Would you like some gum?”
I’ll try again next time

Am I missing something vital? I thought things were okay. My comment went too far

It’s okay not to be okay, but it’s not okay to wonder if you’re good enough for someone.

I made this pretending to be someone I am not but today I show my true colors. Sarah. My name is Sarah. I'm not interesting, I just like to wear other people's faces because it helps me to escape.

The path of enlightenment is nearing.


Your worldly possessions are useless.
For when you step into the grave it is but you and you alone.
The quicker you come to this realization then I shall take you to Nirvana and light your way.

My birthday is in two weeks and I’m just waiting for the right moment;
You know that moment when you lean over and blow away the flames on your cake that you don’t even like because it has a layer of fruit on the middle?
When that measly second gives you a chance to wish your life away because every other method you’ve tried hasn’t worked.

So bring out the candles. Let me blow out the flames so that hopefully my flame burns out too.

Shop shop shop!
Until your little body drops!
Here there and everywhere!
How can you chose your wares?