I spout nonsensical filler words in every sentence I speak. I say things, to say something, without Adding any meaning behind it. Because my most exposed, Raw thoughts, Would make this group go silent. I'm not accepted, Unless I wear this filter. It filters out all insightful and Substantial conversation. And replaces it with a slop of words, That make me Feel sick.
I am tired of the sad poems The words that have been said before Boys off to war I’m sighing out love poems Like I’ve never heard the works of wonders Of the unsaid I love you I am laying down for every no one ever realized they loved me Till it was a too late poem I’m fainting at the sight of anger Red hot and blue Like an abusive bruise That, someone, took the time to choose To become the bearer and the wearer of bad news I’m yawning between the pages and Phrases of stringing words To create ideas and nations Of thoughts so carefully thought up Just to throw up and spit out
"And they lived Happily Ever After." how clique is what we think whenever we hear or see a happy ending in a book, movie or even in real life yet when they don't get their happy ending why do we cry and wish it could be the other way? how iconic huh?
I cried my eye ***** out when my book didn't end with a happy ending yet the other day I read a book with a happy ending and got annoyed because it was too clique and predictable. Don't you just love life?
I am sick of the halls echoing the same names moaning for some kind of pleasure from a girl in a skirt that slips itself past her thigh I have never been one to scream but it feels sometimes like I am being swallowed alive the windows only show some sort of imaginary picture when I am trapped on the inside I sit at a desk and stare straight ahead how do we not call this some form of punishment breathe me in until there is nothing left but stale air I promise to always let you see who I really am