Write everyday, too much
That's a commandment for a to do list
in hopes it will manifest into routine
I can store the text in the internet
It's safer that way, these days
Store it in a place that actually doesn't exist
How can it be lost?

There's too many spies making logs
and in the rare artful moment of an agent
maybe I'll get discovered

Not banking on it
I'm throwing all my eggs at random houses
and wearing the wicker basket as a helmet to protect from backlash
in hopes that, by then, my poet spirit could leap from treetop to treetop
to avoid hollow bullets

are you for real?
why would you do this to yourself?
he’s not even real,
at least not that you know.
all he is is a combination
of letters and numbers,
zeros and ones
that you haven’t seen in the flesh.
but he likes you,
and nobody else does,
so why wouldn’t you jump at the chance?
because you’re lonely
and so is he
and he says that you’re
the most beautiful thing
he’s ever seen,
and no one has ever said that to you
in your entire life.

Nothing is real;
They scream damnation
Behind computer screens
Expecting attention
Drawing face
To the problem at hand
Flames break loose
In the arena pit where
Witty strikes and fat love
Douse the dodgy daggers of
Misunderstood hatred
While apathetic eyes
Watch the wretched souls
Bleed their fake hearts out
Screaming a battle cry
For the sake of emotion
Because in today's world,
Nothing is real;
They all think they feel
Driven by passion or God
Or self-righteousness
When the motive is really
Vanity at its finest.
No one has all of
Heaven to say
No one is a prophet
No one walks the keyboard
Without a leash
No one can use a beautiful
Thing to mask the ugly
No one makes the void
Any less empty
Because at the end of today's so-called reality,
Nothing is real.

The real world is dying and no one understands why,
maybe because we are raised by the internet,
inspired by illusions,
focused on filters,
and think hollywood is the sky.

No time to look each other in the eye and talk about your perspective on life,

you only know how much they loved you when you die
#RIP

i thought you were cool until i fell in love with you
then i started to hate you (and loving you)

i dont know, your eyes bother me because i like them a lot
and when i watched a movie and saw a girl with the same eyes
i cried a lot (dont tell anybody i did that)

your voice sounds so nice when its yelling songs at 10pm under moonlight
and i wish that was a sound i could hear more often
but u dont care 4 me (whatevr)

i've never seen you
never touched you
never felt your hands against mine
i've only heard your adorable voice
seen your beautiful smile on the other side of the screen
but i feel like i know you for thousand years
i feel like you've been always here
and it tears me apart that i probably won't ever see you
we've been so close, only 30 minutes apart
and still i didn't have the courage to come to see you
i fear that you might be even more beautiful
more adorable
more perfect
and it tears me apart that when i got the courage
you were gone, you went 2000km away
and i didn't hear your voice for weeks
i didn't see your face
nor your chubby cheeks nor the skinny hands
that i'm dying to touch
and today i realised that i love you
i love how you bite your nails
how you turn hair back
or watch yourself in the window behind your laptop
i love your eyes and how you look at me
when i'm being a dork
and, god, i love everything about you
from the way you move
to the way you look.

How can you have a crush on someone you've never met

How can you admire words you've never heard

How can you become infatuated with a pixel face

How can you relate and laugh at situations you've never witnessed

How can you get entwined in moments you wish occurred

How can you desire someone and not know if they think about you, too

I'll never come to know how this came to be
but what I do know is that your frozen smile makes me happy