#darts
I pinned your picture to the back of my door and threw hearts at it.
Sep 22, 2025
Sep 22, 2025 at 1:53 AM UTC
Cinnamon hearts
And poison darts
No they don’t come with extra parts
I cry in tears of dreadful despair
Thoughts of candy apples danced through the air
I feel the pain on your finger tips
I see the sun and lunar eclipse
I’m blinded by the fact I’m here
I’m surprised I haven’t disappeared
Chocolate shakes
And body aches
Fill me up before I break
So take me away to the home of sweets
Dance of candy apples in the streets
Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 12:43 PM UTC
Well I guess people aren't that bad,
Maybe I was just meeting the wrong ones or maybe I was taking them so serious that I forgot there exist some right ones.
Well I hope it doesn't restrict just to social media and its counterparts,
and people stays the same giving hearts and helping those who are in holes of rats,
and not poking and mocking with their hated darts.
May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 5:18 PM UTC
It seemed like everyone fell apart
The board never hit the dart
Everytime i tried to speak for myself
Felt like i was nothing but an elf
When no one was willing to talk
I just went for a little walk
I started to overthink and then came in my mind
No one was ever gonna be very kind
I just went to bed thinking tomorrow will be a better day
But who knew all the thoughts would get lost in the way
Then i thought of pulling a line
But yet there was no sunshine
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
I do not believe I could ever love anyone enough to make them my home. My home will always be red dirt and oak trees under the best sunsets in the entire sky with potato patches and country dirt roads, fumbling through sticky tourists on steamy days and letting the salt water feed my skin on the beach I spent all my summers at. My home will always be raspberry cordial and late nights in lovers lane with Canada days in crowded parks and childhood pictures with cannons, my home will always be drunken sidewalks and midnight Chinese, dancing in my drive way and smoking on my back porch. I could never make home in a person enough to follow them away from the place I love...
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
I play darts and i missed
But you made dozens of bulls-eyes
And i was everything but ******
How did you learn to be astute like that?
Consistency is what I've been looking for
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 1:51 AM UTC
I accept my fate at last
I burned you
You turned on me
Goodbye forever
I don't need you any more
Than you need me
Dead weight you were
For weeks now
I've just been too kind to say anything
Throw your darts all you want
Spit your poison
And fire your guns
I don't give a flip
Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC