#day1
hey, hi, hello
—this is your life,
the view is vaguely familiar
out of the passenger seat window,
two years of autopilot
isn't generally recommended—
the mind can time travel or so it thinks
unannounced comings and goings,
quiet reintroductions occur daily
as to alarm no one of your departure
May 3, 2021
May 3, 2021 at 12:44 PM UTC
I don’t know how
To make my mistakes
Into something beautiful.
I only see them
As ugly scars
That mark my skin,
Like a roadmap
Of all my failures.
I’m all or nothing
And it’s dangerous.
If something’s wrong
I want to change it all
Not just the one thing.
I want to light a match
Burn the world to the ground
And start again.
A new canvas,
With freshly poured paint.
I destroy works of art
With a simple press of a key
Then I lose all hope
And abandon the idea all together.
Leaving it to shrivel
And die.
This is what I’m good at.
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
I’m doing this to keep track of every day.
Each day I come out here, by 3:50PM, is good.
That means I am sticking to my daily routine.
I want to make sure that I have something to do.
Something that lets me know I’m doing good.
So far, Day 1 is going well, with few bumps.
I think this was a very good plan, honestly.
I’m even planning on modifying the plan.
Not with what I do, but how I keep track.
Hello Poetry, lets me know I’ve done my walk.
In my room, I have every day written down.
It’s kept on my wall with tape, but not strong.
The tape keeps wanting to come off.
I hope to get an erase board within the week.
Well, that’s all I really have to say for today.
I can report that I’m still not tired, I like that!
Being awake all day long is amazing, really!
Okay, I’m gonna go, but I’ll be back tomorrow.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
You’re going back,
stumbling into the day you said good-bye.
Tears, thick and fast
with soupy air to drag you down and no way out.
Fall is tumbling
into the rabbit hole you peeked into,
a gentle, knowing push…
a push nonetheless, sealed with a kiss.
Then winter seeps in,
brittle and thin, the unforgiving ticking
of a broken clock sleeping.
So you freeze, and time sleeps with you.
But winter breaks,
with sweet air filling my lungs.
Those traitorous sacks,
why didn’t you let me breathe in before?
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:10 PM UTC
She was not forewarned that with fresh starts come broken hearts
and rebirth is never pretty nor pain free.
To escape the misery it was necessary to first feel the burn,
only it was never meant to hurt quite like this.
Hoping to kiss an old friend goodbye to the tune of a lullaby you've long out grown,
but instead having them trace your skin with knives and ice as you stand blindly believing,
facing their shadow and mistaking lies for eyes as yours water.
It's okay you didn't see the weapon.
It's okay your hands shook as you ripped it from between ribs then stitched your chest shut.
It's not okay they walked away without harsh words, deserved, hurtled at their heels.
But know your freedom is battle born,
and strength comes to those who know their own worth and do not waver.
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
I've decided to keep a sort of journal....
Telling you all about what happens in my life as a Middle-Schooler.
I call it...The Apocalypse
Follow me to stay up-to-date on when i post these.
Can you help me survive...The Apocalypse?
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Day 1
It's Sunday, tomorrow we go back to school...hopefully.
We've had multiple days off due to weather.
Im beginning to wonder if we will ever go back.
I MIGHT DIE IF I DON'T TALK TO SOMEONE SOON
Please...send help.
(And send someone to do my homework)
~Pandora
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC
Believe in love
When the stars aren't aligned
When the dreams aren't fulfilled
Believe in love
When there isn't a response
When the letters aren't sent
Believe in happiness
Yours
and Hers
Believe in a chance
That it can happen all over again
That we can walk in the mud
All over again
Sep 24, 2018
Sep 24, 2018 at 3:22 PM UTC
To the person who stole my bike, you got more than just a pair of wheels or your next thrill. you have a semester at your feet. you have a transportative transformed version of me at your disposal. just like me it's rugged, beat up, and loyal to whomever it has a hand commands it, but not loyal enough where it stays in the owner's possession. to the thief, treat it better than I did, treat it often, cause if you're getting the same ride I got out of it, it will either break down on you or **** you but just like me, it won't die. just sleep. to the thief, I wish you stole my bike and got hit when you biked in the street. to the thief, take care of it better than I did.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 2:32 PM UTC
Feelings,
those insidious little things.
They ****** make you squirm,
sneak in unawares,
make nebulous all that is firm.
Feelings,
those traitorous little things.
They lift you up, make you float
then change without a warning
and sink the **** boat.
Feelings,
those warm little darlings.
With you through harmony or strife,
your companions, they let you
revel in the drama called life.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC
lil haiku
i whiipped up:)
5-you will need your mittens Mr. Tu Bishva't...
7- "hot! hot! on the dot! Smelly *******
5-Mr. Pp is off his rocker tonight.....
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
Awakened to ********
A man's misconstrued idea of what a woman needs to do.
His misery, he slowly found comfort. He tried
to **** me into an everlasting hole of darkness
for as long as I can remember. And I refused
to cave.
Never would I diminish the joy in my soul for a man
like you. There is no comfort in mediocrity, better known
as you.
For the last time, I
solemnly swear that I will never give my energy
to a man's wants and needs. I come first.
And I always will.
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 3:27 AM UTC
**Why am I so rotten to the core?
That even the slightest bit of sympathy doesn't cross my heart
Even my smile has wilted away like roses on a winters day
Why don't I believe in love anymore?
How is it that my hearts gone cold
I have no empathy towards others
And inside the well of laughter has been replaced with tears
Why am I am I so rotten to the core
When I have so much to live for.**
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 1:48 PM UTC
On the first day of Reggae Christmas
My boombastic love gave to me:
A brand new marijauna tree.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:17 PM UTC
Trembling, wrecked, broken into two,
I stand here, alone, in the rain,
Waiting to be whole again.
I know I need to start anew.
So, at last, I let go of you.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 12:59 PM UTC