morning lights an overdose
easy breathing in the honey glow.
the light pushes through my dead plants
illuminating the wrinkled petals
the wind blows soft and smooth
my eyes are heavy and dim.
behind the lids dance cosmicly
patterns and queer visions.
leaving the real world to seek the truth
ill bring you back some flowers.
and then I gave my heart to you
without hopes of you knowing that I did
without hopes of it being returned
I loved you loudly in my silence
I loved you stupidly
and I was hoping I'd be smart enough to have known that I had
I loved you blindly
yet you were the only thing I could see
you had my heart
you didn't have a clue
how long it stayed with you
how far it had to travel to reach you
because the distance between us was just too wide
you're it's home
yet you didn't know
but it's fine
because I knew
that if I let my heart stay with you
you had every right to break it
because you didn't have a clue
What is the ultimate evil
Well pineapples on pizza
Where is that stored
In pandora's pizza box
What the ultimate evil for men
Talking about the deep stuff
And no guys not sex
The feels that we repress
That we keep
In our Mandora's box
No these feels are like pineapples
Some people are totally fine with them
And even share them
Though most people don't want them to
But sooner or later
You will come across pineapple pizza
And just like the feels
You can ignore it
But it's still there on the counter
And sure some could throw it away
But then your throwing away pizza
You could pick off the pineapples
But there is still that juice
Just like there is still that fear
When you talk even selectively about feels
Ok so just eat all the pineapples
No chance not for you
Not opening up to you
But you got to open up to somebody
And maybe they make the pineapples
Taste like a meat lover deep dish
Probably not but maybe
Just a little better
Hopeless crushes are never meant to be pursued,
It's a feeling
That will live in your thoughts for the following week
Or the following months.
For whatever reason,
They are unobtainable.
You know you can't have it
Yet you yearn so hard it almost physically hurts.
Hopeless crushes are awful.
The only thing worse?
The lack of a crush.
No one to fantasize about,
When you are feeling lonely.
Just a vague feeling of yearning,
No face to associate it with.
There are no stupid accomplishments,
Like making eye contact
Or successfully asking how their day went.
Just a weird, empty pit of desire and loneliness.
They say “you are what you eat”,
So if I filled my body with the sweetest smelling roses,
Would I finally be considered beautiful?
would the bud be bitter and corrupt my insides?
Rotting me to the core.
To watch or not to watch.
That is the question;whether it is nobler in my mind to suffer the feels and emotions of addicting shows and yet be so in love with them.
To watch, to cry.
One more episode and only sleep will help me to end.
The heartache and the thousand cinematic shocks the writers are obsessed with.
‘tis a consuming world with everything I wish.
To watch, to cry. To cry-- perhaps too much. Ay, but it's worth it.
For, when watching these shows and knowing what feels may come, when we have shuffled off this depressing factor, we must not forget the humor that makes happiness last oh so long.
To watch characters travel the depths of space and time.
The detectives prove wrong the proud men and even the relationships and love ‘tween the main protagonists.
The insolence of the hiatus that even patient fangirls cannot take. When we go on great adventures with a hobbit and a ring. Who could bear the long wait? To punt a sweat is a weary life. To discover world's unknown from books or shows. We travellers never want to return.
Our fangirl hearts burn and even still
We would rather bear the tears we have Than live in a world where there are none. Thus Fangirls are not cowards, not at all
Thus we are heroes so very proud
So we proudly say take flight on the enterprise with Captain Jean Luc
We bare our lights sabers alight
And lose ourselves in the action
Go we now happy as could be-- off to fangirl forever
To be normal? Ha! Never.