#5sos
Shout out to the old me
The one who never quit being one of a kind
The one who spoke their mind all the time
The one who never gave up on their dreams
The one who wasn't afraid to be themself
The one who's an old soul and not scared of being one
The one who would never quit saying "I'm weird and proud of it"
The one who made mistakes and somehow never learned from them
So shout out to the old me
May 20, 2021
May 20, 2021 at 10:13 PM UTC
Their passion,
Their soul.
Picked me right up even when I was low.
Their beauty,
Their skill,
Made the void in my heart fill,
With love,
With acceptance,
With happiness,
That I cant even finish this sentence.
They helped me,
Saved me,
The picked up my broken pieces,
And healed me.
//KZ.M
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 5:19 PM UTC
He wore nothing other than black even in the summer, his crystal blue eyes reflected ocean-hues and had jet black ink that could slightly be seen under the sleeve of his tattered and torn Rolling Stones tee. That boy, he was quite a mystery, had the body language of a jigsaw puzzle not wanting to be mended, although it was all opaque to me, others saw him impenetrable, however, I read him like my favorite book. This boy is exactly like me intelligent yet covert, impassive and esoteric yet a universe full of secrets and unspoken thoughts. It seemed as if his soul was somber and consumed nothing but vacuity. But I saw a masterpiece, a messily painted work of art, and that was the beauty of it. Others saw chaos on a canvas while I saw every watercolored hue that completed the exotic illustration that was, Luke.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:13 AM UTC
Framing the worlds lullaby on a string of soliloquies
I made the magic happen again-
Volume up and everything inside of my
Eardrums became the strength I needed to smile again.
Sin became salvation and I wished
Every single second could be that much longer but
Cynicism doesn't come with every verse inside a song-
Only with the need comes strength of finally realizing
Nothing makes you happier than
Disregarding the demands of your former self-
Summer comes along again but you start to miss the winter winds.
Only you can feed your need to go on-
Front row of your insecurities making a mockery of this show.
Someone cast your lines and rehearsed your verse all wrong-
Unsung heroes became undone and you broke yourself again.
Muttering the words under your breath you need to save yourself-
Momentary lapse of judgment you finally caught your breath
Eventually the chorus played out and your script was finally finished
Revolutionizing the scene that surrounds, you're finally home again.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
they are not even a boy band, and that name is pronounced five sauce,
they're pretty lame, but they're all i've got,
when calum breathes, ashton laughs , mikey screams and luke smiles,
i swear all i have in my stomach are butterflies.
if you think i dont love them enough,
then you have to read this poem and screencap..
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 5:54 AM UTC
“I would never be like those girls, they’re crazy.”
Thats what I told myself when I saw every girl fan girling over some boyband.
I always wonder why they have to cry even though their idols just tweeted a picture or releases a new song; music video.
I always wonder why they have to waste their time to vote.
It annoys me when they try their best to get their idols attention by spamming them.
Fangirls get to my nerves, but I stayed quiet.
I hated it.
I hated them because they’re dedicating their life to someone who doesn’t even know they exist.
I mean I like some bands, but I never ever did those stuff.
"I would never ever.”
I told myself.
But one day, I woke up…
"Hi, we’re 5 Seconds Of Summer."
Then everything started to change.
—
*And then and there
I knew… Im such an hypocrite.*
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
I never belonged in this home
The mold of this home is all
noise and fears and objections
Not the shape I can take up
It collapsed a long time ago
anyway
Pretentious people and trust broken
Pricking at my skin this wall a treason
When the head voice sounds like fears if it had a voice
just what am I hoping for
Ignorant engulfed the whole five bodies
I ran from arms to arms
Reeling through sound waves
Looking for a home that fits me
I guess there are arms willing to stitch me together again
Just defragment me a little bit more
This is the stranger's arms that is warm with hopes
This is home
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 4:57 AM UTC
things that fall:
petals
teardrops
snowflakes
rain
stars
time
shadows
leaves
the sun
and me
for you
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:26 PM UTC
because of you
i've learned to love my scars
watching you from afar
standing on stage with your guitars
while I'm just here wishing and hoping on a star
that you would finally notice me.
and just grab me in your arms
andwith me, make a memory jar.
i heard your song, the only reason.
right now, i wanna be the reason
why you love the season
and i want to be the reason
why you shine like a beacon.
every time i see your smile
i' stop for a while
and just stay there and make everything worthwhile
and finally say
hey this guy is the reason why i stay
each and every day.
Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 1:03 PM UTC