Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Sir B Feb 2014
"My thoughts are stars that can't fathom into constellations."

“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.”

“Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.”

“I'm in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

“What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.”

“You do not immortalize the lost by writing about them. Language buries, but does not resurrect.”
Oh the book, its a wonderful creation. I appreciate its existence.
Sir B Feb 2014
Should I love you
and send you an
blush of roses
or
just a box of chocolates
or maybe
just a simple card
expressing my deep desire
to love you for an infinity

Maybe

I could just hope to be loved
by you
and expect roses
and chocolates
or just a sincere card
expressing your love to me
for an infinity

But we both do know
that it won't happen
we are "forever alone" people
nothing good happens to us

so the end question becomes

should we love?
or
just wait to be loved?

Hard question that is.
A poem made for valentines day. I expect nothing from anyone, i mean. I have no reason to.. unless someone is generous enough to.. I don't think they are.. Well oh well. Hope you guys have a nice valentines day with whomever you are planning to spend it with. Its beautiful that its on a Friday, you can go on a movie night or something. If you are just going to be alone like I will be.. Send a message, maybe we can chat...
Sir B Feb 2014
I feel dead with the pain
that i am going through with
no dreaming
no sanity
only pain
relentless and numbing pain

I am going dead
I am dying with this
just,
i don't want to die.
The pain.. its troublesome and I don't know what its doing to my mind.
Sir B Feb 2014
Do so,
I require of you to
to keep me sane

Walk,
amongst the shadows
and feel the cold and haggard
air

Walk,
amongst the real humans
and feel warmth and joy
emanating
from their wonderful and perfect selves

Walk with me
please,
we can go on a journey
and...
maybe it'll help me
recover from the crazyness
and help you too...

Please, Walk with me
I require this of you.
Something I thought about in my English Class today, certainly wasn't paying the usual amount of attention, not feeling right either. Headache is getting more frequent... that's strange.
Sir B Feb 2014
That's who I am
I feel like
and probably will remain

You don't read about mortals
becoming Immortals
so...
you remain a mortal
and die as one

Everyday
is a walk like Mortal
amongst Immortals
who are better than you in everything
Goddy Omnipotent freaks

I won't ever be an Immortal
I will be just another
derogatory mortal

Under-estimated
Under-defined
and
just
not
worth
it

Whil­e the Immortals will steal
all the glory that I give them
and they will shun me more
because you know
MORTAL

You cannot live in a world
like this.
You just can't.

It's too much








The Immortals are just good
at everything
and will remain so
and be jealous of a mortal
a foreigner
a regular
kid.
If the poem is not able to express my emotions of being left out and always being considered a person in the wings of a stage who has the glory but is stolen from him.

I don't know how else to express this mess of emotions which hurt me everyday and the pain which I just have to trudge through because no one wants to listen. Just another regular mortal in a world of Immortals.
Sir B Feb 2014
My heart is hurting
everyday
every. single. day.

That's unfortunate
I thought I taught myself
to live without talking to you
for a while...

Guess my heart
just adores you..
and misses you
My first poem with this new format, February 7th 2014. I don't exactly love this format.. I guess its fine though.

Anyways, I do have this pain and it hurts a lot, so much that I cannot focus. Happens way too occasionally. I jokingly say that its due to the absence of love, but we know better right?
Sir B Feb 2014
I... lied
for the first time in my life
a true lie

I regret it
and want to cleanse myself of the guilt
and this horrendous evil

This time
my lie was not a deceiving answer
I saw the pity in her eyes
and I knew that she already had her information
she was trying to confirm it
and i lied.

I. lied.

I didn't even look at her eyes
Like i usually do
I just
looked down and around

She knows
She knows
She knows

I cannot hid it
the guilt will ****** me
but the lie

oh, such a stupid one

but the way she asked me

"is everything alright?"
It made me jump
I knew it would happen
I knew she would ask me
just
not come close and whisper with sympathy

I have never lied before
and this is the last time
i will lie

the guilt is unbearable
and
I cannot keep it from her
but also
I don't want to do anything stupid
but the only way to clean this guilty
feeling off

is to tell her
I will not lie
because the sympathy and kindness
reflected in her eyes so brightly
a quasar would be dimmer

oh, this guilt
it truly is the ultimatum
The way she perked when she saw me
close enough to come bounding to me
then to say a whisper and leave

that just killed me
i wanted to break down and cry my heart out
but i couldn't
not in that place


no..
February 4th 2014, 14 years old. I told my first lie. First true lie. I have never been this guilty of lying, but this time. When I saw her face and read her expressions and her eyes, I saw that she knew already about me... but yet came to talk to me, and I refused it. I am no deservant of her sympathy anymore, she shouldn't be suffering and worrying over a shadow. But the point is she will.. until i can either a) lie more and cover up or b) say the truth...
Next page