#dealwithit
being alone makes me realize that i’ve never actually ‘dealt with it’
sure, i’ve had good days but when it comes down to it; i go to bed at night, and i think. i think about what we could’ve been if we never stopped. maybe i overreacted?
but then i remember, you’ve done nothing but backstab people. you’ve done nothing but hurt. i was nothing but good to you and you still repaid me with breaking my heart and my trust.
so **** you for ever making me happy and making me believe that you cared. because you never did, and that’s something i have to deal with.
Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 12:11 AM UTC
Why does
Nobody
Understand?
Wait,
I know.
You are
Not
Me.
You were
Not
Formed
With the
Synopses
Of my
Heart,
Mind,
Soul.
You will
Never
Understand.
You will
Only
Push,
Pull,
Bitter,
Anger,
Control,
Seclude,
Dictate,
Restrain
Me.
Or try
To.
Ha.
But I
Will
Fight,
Fly,
Free,
Flood,
Bleed,
Dream,
Hope,
Cherish,
********
Humour,
Play,
Courage.
I will
Be
Me.
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 6:23 PM UTC
Because I could not tell for Annie,
it did kindly tell for me.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
How happy is the West Side Story, American Anita!
Anti Anita.
Does the anti Anita make you shiver?
does it?
How happy is the three fundamental truths Angie!
Does the Angie make you shiver?
does it?
When I think of the brilliant Becky, I see a common O.W.L..
Whoo!
Why is it so fuzzy?
Like an a friend's friend, the Annie likes to tell.
Annie, Annie, every where,
Yet not a drop to tell.
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Darling, baby, corazon
Dear, sweetheart, sugar,
Honestly, never your name.
Honey, pet, cinnamon
Carino, mon chou, bunny.
For the day I call you by your name,
Cuddlebear, goddess, pearl
Star, treasure, microbe
Is the day I'm on one knee, love.
May 7, 2019
May 7, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
When we were younger,
you wished to be a pirate.
You wished to pillage and plunder, brother mine.
But, of such times, you forget.
And I helped you to forget.
Rid your intensely intelligent mind
Of rotting things.
Now, you help people.
But, not to help them,
To keep yourself from becoming too bored.
I wonder, brother dear, if you were a pirate,
Would you become bored of the sea,
Bored of the pillaging and plundering?
Would you wish to come home?
Or would you continue searching for something,
Forever upon those waters of endless boredom,
Forever the bored pirate, dear brother?
Would you?
May 6, 2019
May 6, 2019 at 10:14 AM UTC
millions of pieces, can you find them all
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 7:16 AM UTC
The simple things in life, flowers, kisses on children's noses;
Everyone says, "stop and smell the roses".
I prefer a lilac, a sweet, soft aroma;
The color of the wax insignia on my high school diploma.
Or maybe a honeysuckle, sweeter than day.
Singing songs on stage, a heart meant for Broadway.
Then, possibly a gardenia, a white multi-petal;
Floral smell, like jasmine tea in a copper kettle.
But never a rose, the smell sharp and acrid;
Red, pink or white, all color refracted.
So, can I stop and watch the sunset, slow into the night,
Instead of pricking my fingers, Mr. Fahrenheit?
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 3:59 PM UTC
look for the bare necessities
the simple bare necessities
remind me of my worries with that knife
i mean that tongue that rests at ease
the color out of life, you squeeze
leaving just the bare necessities of life
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
there are days
when i wish
Nagini would just
swallow me whole
so that i
could prove to
the world that
i could escape
b e c a u s e
Rikki Tikki Tavi
isn't on my side
i would slit
the beast from
the inside and
emerge dripping with
serpent saliva (ew)
"Hey, whats for dinner?"
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
we jump or we fall.
that doesn't really matter,
it will still happen either way
whether we jump or fall.
what matters is
if
when we fall.
do we splash comfortably
do we explode on impact
are we silent and unnoticed
when we fall.
do we survive
or
do we live
its our choice
don't fear the fall.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 7:32 AM UTC
in your arms i feel safe
without them i'm lost, alone and insecure
i know you won't always be here
but i'm selfish
i need you
i need you there when i can't control the tears
i need you there when the voices keep coming
i need you there when the words don't stop
but you wont be and
i need to realise that
...
Mar 29, 2019
Mar 29, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC
Countless of times,
You tend to ask,
"How much do you like me?",
I'm making sure this is the last.
"Count the stars, would you?",
And so you look up, not down,
"But it's so cloudy",
I say, "And I'm already out of town."
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
“So, you want me to sort your troubles,
All your small, pointless worries?
“I could, and I suppose I should,
But right now I’ve my own quarries”
“What about the rest of the world?
Ever think about them?
How about the starving children
To which the world has condemned?”
“How about the soldiers?
The ones fighting your wars?
The wounded, and the dying,
Knocking on Deaths door?
“Shall we speak about the homeless
And the lives they could’ve had?
With not even a place to sleep
Now that, my friend, is sad.
So the rest of the world has bigger problems
That could be fixed if we dare,
So the “problems” that you have
Is of a subject I do not care."
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC