Popped two xans Nicotine coursing through my veins kerosene flooding my mind yet if they knew I'll be labeled as an addict but in truth who isn't addicted to even a glimpse of happiness even if it's temporal
At times these substances gives sobriety; a realistic picture compared to everything else
Keats swooned over a world that never was, except in dreams, and I've no use for that.
In lieu of aught we know: blue skies t'avail Sans blot of clouds 'til puddles mirror thence Heavn's eye...take up the chalice to drink hence That fragrant draught which yields as if to scale More heady visions than we've drunk, t'exhale Like sailors on the faerie seas, pretense Our dainty meat; as lovers swoon for sense Oer plighted troth, not as we know; sans bail. Go into raptures likeas Keats would stir And Byron knew to write, as Shelley drew Up in his Ode, faint cuz ye know in tour What minstrels sang in ballads, weaving to Effect those silken strands to snare souls fer The Devil's heights. Cuz what we have won't do.
NOTE: Who knows of L.E.L. ie Letitia Elizabeth Landon? I prefer reality though it's far too shallow.
The windmill rattles around Saying ‘the weather here is really nice, the sky is good-looking, and there are a group of happy friends’ So hey, buddy. Come down to earthly heaven Enjoy the very best of every minute Relax in the midst of reality And succumb when one chooses only to.
Becoming a teenager was the hardest thing I’ve accomplished. I stopped playing with Barbie dolls, instead I tried to become one. Thousands spent on makeup, hair, nails, and clothes.
And for what? Because I actually believed society’s opinion of me mattered. 13 years old, waking up an hour earlier than I used to, to apply layers of makeup and hairspray on top of the person I wanted to be. I loved the person I was until the age of 13.
There are bullies wherever you go. There are going to be people that don’t like you, no matter what. I wish I would’ve known that running away wasn’t the answer.
I thought being pulled out of public school would be better for me and everyone else but boy was I wrong. Being alone all the time never made me lonely. I was stuck inside my own head stuck with the bullies I’ve created, clones of the people I’ve come across from before. The people who hurt me and degraded me.
Depression, anxiety, PTSD, Bipolar, Insomnia. At the age of 14, I thought a noose would suit my neck better than any kind of necklace. Pills upon pills turned into pain Pain turned into shutting everyone out.
Being a teenager was the hardest thing I’ve ever accomplished.
It’s a funny thing; knowledge. Your perception is simply an illusion, along with everything else you know. Where there’s a third party, there’s a fourth. It’s maddening really, to be unable to express the depths of your heart, to be unable to form a coherent sentence. All that you know is all that you’ll ever be; But how does one bare it all? Even if You think you did, you haven’t. There are things about you even you don’t know. And no saint ever thought themselves holy. -c.j.m
Everything will look confusing At a time. You will think you are been clogged behind By life's various misgivings You will be bored You will be lonely You will be all but At peace with your situation of Unease.
Then a conflict will occur At a time. You will suddenly be surged Into a labyrinth of labour It will be fun It will be occupying It will all but Sleep, rest, and ease to the brim.
Then, there will be foreshadowing And flashbacks too At a time. You will reminsce those distant old days; You will call them 'good old days'. You will sap by the mouth of a distant future Where you stand before the world, Free as the ocean water. And you will be nothing, but A convoluted plot And until death lowers you down, You will be a fragile indefinite resolution.
You will see That this, is the story of your life.