second choice boys and last choice girls live in the realm of abandonment they scream into the void unrequited love and its sorrowing embrace feel like a swan dive the butterflies soon rot away in you as if they regress back to caterpillars and feast upon your insides they grow just to consume you to eat away at your everything the sad truth to the friendly hugs that feel empty and cold they will never love you it’s best i tell you first before you’re too old
the storm has passed but the aircrafts’ echos linger a quiet sunrise will always cleanse the weak will your problems seep into the broken earth? squeezing between ages of the bones no because unlike them you were chosen so indebted you are and pain will sow upon your heart from now on
Save me the melodrama, leave the act at the door. With how much you try to play out as the victim, somebody should just go and award you the Oscar already. Keep your words to yourself, the sign reads "do not disturb". I need a break from your face, nothing else seems to work. I need some "me" time because you always make it about you so just save me the melodrama, I'm already sick to my stomach. You make silence seem like music.
My little friend is now gone My tragic life must go on; despite that His evil eyes and his cheeky smile still burn in my mind He no longer exists except For my memory of him And I rejoiced When I heard the news Still I can recall how I sobbed When he gave me his evil eye for the first time When he hurled glass and other projectiles at me when he was hungry When he spent hours upon hours pondering the fabric of society I hated him I wished For his death I was depressed It was like paint peeling off a wall It was like finding a dead leprechaun at the end of a rainbow I was expecting some sort of remorse when he left Funny how heartbreak works
Now read this in reverse Because sometimes all you need Is a little change of perspective To truly understand someone
Dedicated to the goldfish I had when I was little who accidentally died. This is for you sweet fish <3.
He drives into the desert in a Toronado, Dust in his eyes from the open window, Sun on the burned skin and black mascara That augments his vivid gaze. Black orbs that stare at the burning sand, His mouth is defiant and morose, He turns off the path into the sage and saguaro. The car is like a black beetle on a carpet of tan. He lifts a shovel from the trunk, looking crazed. Digs a shallow grave in the sand, He rips a talisman from his neck And declares he is looking for something Unclear and he slurs a chant. “Something is coming”, he seems to say. He buries the necklace and drives away. Will he come back for it or leave it for the spirits of the desert? No, he will come for it every day Bury it again and again Until the spell wears down, The perfumed season is done, Or perhaps the spring floods Wash it all away.
Based on a silly advert for perfume, with Johnny as a superstitious rebel! I had to make a "story" of it, just for laughs.
Where is the inspiration that I once possessed? Where is the love that once sprouted from my fingertips? Where are all the flowers that once grew around my feet, with each step I took?
It seems as though lately I've abandoned my gardens, and left all the flowers to wilt and turn to dust. The lives that I once cared for, are now all scattered around the ground.
My spring light is somewhere lost in this winter cold, and this winter has been going on for too long. My body is numb from the breeze the December nights send me. I once rose with the early sun in the morning, but now I find my self serenading the moon each night. Hoping maybe she will understand all my pain and issues.
These nights are graceless. These nights are long. These nights have me lost, walking and searching for the sun. Always ending up in places that are just too dark.
Where is the sun that once loved me like a child? Will I ever end up in a perfect place? Am I just crying them to the moon? Will this all be over soon?
Remember how we met? I stopped by to see thy smile, Oblivious me, was trapped in Thy isle. Stole my kingdom while innocent, Thy scent on me are still reminiscent. I found my prince in life's fairy tail, Je t'aime mon Amour My first and my last prince.
This is my last poem to you, Last? Why last?what's wrong? Well, not cuz I lack fair words, Not cuz I'm being melodramatic but, Perhaps this clock will stop ticking.
This is my last poem to you , Cuz I've told em the start, And I don't wanna reveal the end.. Are they seeking conclusion ? Well they must cry.. Cry?? tears are the body's way of restoring “emotional equilibrium”. Why do we cry tears of joy? Is it nostalgic ? Sigh in joy or sorrow? I leave it upon them to interpret, *As they feel so mote it be