#exausted
I can't do anything
I'm just sitting in a room from 9-3
Writing random poetry at this point
I can't do anything
But it's because I hurt my knee
It's pretty boring actually
I can't even sleep
Because I'm not even tired
But once I'm home, I'm exhausted
I can't even sleep
Because even if I was tired
These people are being too loud
I can't sing a song
Because I'm embarrased
And afraid others might judge me
I can't sing a song
But I can hum it
But that's not the same
Jul 19, 2019
Jul 19, 2019 at 9:36 AM UTC
and it's five am,
and i should be getting
ready do to something,
anything,
but no,
i decide to
sit on the cold,
white bathroom floor,
with a lit cigarette,
and an empty bottle
of wiskey next
to me,
while in the bedroom,
my lover sleeps peacefully
on the squeaky, messy bed,
and patiently awaits
fot my arrival
back in bed,
which will never come.
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
*your face is pale,
your lips dry,
but you still look perfect in
the moonlight.*
May 17, 2014
May 17, 2014 at 1:57 PM UTC
*no angels
will come
if you keep
inviting your
demons.*
May 11, 2014
May 11, 2014 at 12:18 PM UTC
I'm like a fresh cut rose
that has been twisted and
hung upside down
to drain it of life.
Starting at my feet
I'm beginning to grow fatigued
as it climbs to my knees,
then to my hips
until it reaches my lips.
Once the process is complete,
the moment someone
gets too close and
brushes me the wrong way,
I crumble.
Never really able to be
put back together.
Just replaced.
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 1:20 PM UTC