The not not bird
listens to its not not song in the not not tree near my not not door. And in its song it hears something not not grand compared to all the other not not birds in all the other not not lands. The not not bird doesn’t know all the not not things it’s suppose not to know. It sees not the not not leaves written in this poetry. Smells not the not not flowers swaying not in the not not breeze. Hears not the buzzing of not not wings of all the yellow not not bees supping on all this wondrous not not majesty. For this not not door of mine is neither not not open nor not not close. For that is not the not not providence of this not not poem to define. I choose wether or not all this not not nonsense shall be or not not be in some future not not prosody. For those who beg to decline I privy thee to write your own **** not not rhyme!
She lives in a world
Where the rich stay rich, Get richer. The poor stay poor, Get shot. She is in the middle, Knocking door to door. Take me in, take me home Make me your home. Get lost. She wants to ink her life out, in dramatics. Wants it made on screen, Because no one reads ink, anymore. An impossible dream. For without ink reading, there will be no screen. In the middle No one knows Who they are No one knows Who you are. Now get lost.
MAKE YOURSELF by Traveler has been trending for more than a month now.
Run our empire With beliefs such as The -ites must Be purged from God’s lands In order to clear the way For His return Yes of course That’s what the book says Correct? Stone the gays Burn the witches Wedding night ***** check Unbelievers are already dead Oh and Love thy neighbours Amen! I’m sure there’s something in there Worth saving!
Grew up in Christianity, studied religions for 5 years before I stop taking them literal... I pray our leaders catch up! Wish in one hand **** in the other
What a strange age Expected to grow up Expected to change But there is a problem With what they request, I’m not quite done growing And I’m still quite a mess They tell me I’m ready That I have to move on Won’t somebody tell me Where my childhood’s gone? What are these taxes? Why must I move out? If I haven’t the money, Shall I sleep on the ground? Nobody told me How to accept The loss of my childhood As a normal event It may not have been nice And it may not have been good And I might have been through stuff That no child should But I am not ready To give it all up To trade for my hours, Everyday at a job I don’t know how to fight it I’m not sure I can But at least I am finding The person I am At 18 I’m growing And I’ll keep in my hand That of another me, The one of my Past
I am just a person who originated from a clump of cells that developed from an egg. Why am I forced to follow the rules of the people around me, what if I just wanted to be a ******* bird?
i am not teacher
you are not ignorant mind you create meaning
I don't want to write for you,
But for me. I don't want to dance for them, I'm nobody. Always afraid of mediocrity, so cocky in my 20's. Now here I am on the couch, grade B Socrates. I don't want to impress them. I just want to stay In my house, amidst my sheets, reading Hemingway.
#life #reflection #introvert #authenticity #innerworld #reading
I wonder where you go
When you are gone All I Know Is That You Are Not Here
Where do you go?
Clouds on the bedroom floor.
It isn't anything. Maybe it's everything. Seeing it all. The waves. Midnight. While you're still here. Feel like ****. Pictographs. Written cloth. Sidewalk in Perth. Headphones. for every reason. Garrett Johnson.
Anxious like Rue
glad to know you are yourself again
im not. glad to know you have a shoulder to cry on i dont. good to know someone is there to check up on you. no one does that for me all of you have all that because you have me i dont.
World is won You love It's not enough Appear to love It's the crux