L - Hello Poetry

L Jun 2018

It starts like this:
"Where is my beginning?"
"Is there an end?"
"Where did the maddness
        come from?"
Does the ghost wail for
  itself?
or for
  others?
Who do you wail for.
There are no answers.
Only questions.
What is your answer?
Now tell me your question.
The end is always nigh.
Especially if you are
        planning for it.

Yes. I spelled madness wrong. Its an artistic decision.

#whatareevengoingonrightnow #yes #english #questions #confusion #life #living

May 2018

Dean Russell

my hope for Girls

Sparks gleam from an emerald crown
Sitting on the dead woman's head; a frown
Forever fixed on her face,
Resting upon the decaying throne with a calm grace
Appearing ready to be swallowed when the ground
Breaks; "look what I've found!"
Says the girl benevolently.
"Such a nice hat". Gently,
She removes, with innocent hands, power
And places it on the grass around the flower
Chain she has construed with nimble
Fingers, not fully understanding the symbol
of her actions:

She can change the world.

#girls #power #royalty #innocence #corruption #past #present #future #hope #death

L May 2018

It's not the end.

How can I explain?

I can already feel myself going out on a tangent.
You're one of the best things that has ever happend to me. Merde, I can't even spell. anyways. I've changed I'm a different person. I feel more bitter.

So I was

when did i even write this. i feel guilty just letting it sit in my drafts, not even remembering where i was going with it. live free little ****** poem. make a life of your own now, buddy.

L May 2018

And I wasnt planning on writing a poem.

I wrote you something. Im so angry. No idea why. The paint peels, the fruit rot, and I am still here. The world spins, the birds chirp, and I am still here. And people ***** and people moan, and they run and they laugh and they cry and they sing and they mourn and they **** and they die. And I am still here. sitting in the dark lit only by candlelight writing in a tiny notebook. writing about how I feel. And I wasnt planning on writing a poem.

sometimes i still feel like a teenager. and i have no idea why

#feelings #wheredotheycomefrom #whyamifeelingthesethings #anger #rage #apathy #disgust #angst

L May 2018

Five Seven Five

You make me feel things.
Be my lover, be my heart.
I just adore you.

yes. this is a haiku

#haiku #for #you #syllables

L Apr 2018

ANGELS AND GOD

I WOULD LIKE TO WRITE OF ANGELS AND GOD BUT IF ONLY I KNEW THEM.
YOU SEE, IM NOT A VERY ADAMANT BELIEVER, NOR HAVE I EVER BEEN.
WHO IS THIS BIG MAN IN THE SKY DRESSED IN WHITE SUPPOSED TO BE ANYWAYS? AND WHY DOES HE HAVE COMMAND OF ALL THESE MAGICAL WINGED SERVANTS ANYWAYS??

#angels #god #believer #contemplate #wingedservants

L Sep 2017

Well What the **** do I do now?

Looking up at the ceiling;
Its all I could do to keep myself busy. Sometimes I'll find myself staring into walls trying to think of what to think of. Sometimes, everything just feels like a ******* mess. My room, my face, my clothes, my body, my hair, my head. I try to clean it up, but where tf am I supposed to put all this ****??

late-ish night thoughts?

#staring #butnotlikeacreep #okayimabitofacreep #whatawasteoftags #mess #byl