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stranger Sep 30
i am so exhausted
of the cotidian
the daily
the unorthodox.
i want to be afloat,
no more of this suspended waiting
no more of this nonsense.
i want silence, not bliss,
i want not the love but a mere kiss,
a breath of air inspired into my throat warmly.
i want too much already...
a little more sleep
a little more warmth
or,  maybe
nevaeh Sep 28
if you knew the sun would never rise again
would you love me then?
could we be together forever
if forever was only tonight?
if it all meant nothing
would i be your everything then?
if you knew it was the last time
would you say goodbye?
or would you stay then,
until the end?
Elsie Plum Sep 14
Religion is a very tricky thing, because what it does is
20:22 pm
Empire Aug 5
Everything is empty
My being is void
A singularity has drained my soul
I feel nothing at all

ha... it’s getting darker...
nif May 17
your gross
you Capricorn
never let you be the host
your gross

clean up
like how hard is it
harder than living locked up?
surrounded by stuff?

not my responsibility
you have some too you know
we both have to do our part
fill my heart with humility
when the family visits

living without tranquility
**** this nasty
like seriously
you talk big classy

you think I'm sassy?
I am so over it
clean up
Michelle do your dishes
Zack Ripley Aug 2019
You hate the gray in your hair.
I hate my weight.
You hate your freckles.
I hate my dimples.
We both hate when we get pimples.
You don't understand why people love your nose.
But that's the way it goes.
These things embarrass us.
But honestly, they're the best parts.
Because we find proof that we're human in the reflection
given off by these things we call imperfections
lil Apr 25
you only talk to me at night
red flag they say
you can't see the difference between flags when the lights in your room are red
you only send me pictures of your face
no words
no response to my words
i can't see the red flags
and even if i could
i would pretend i couldn't
Mia Apr 19
will my rib cage

ever get tired of

protecting this foolish heart

that keeps on

beating for

wrong people?
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