#fin
J'AURAI SOUHAITE QUE CELA DURE
Je n'envisage pas devenir un prophète pessimiste,
cependant ce que j'ai à te dire c'est une évidence,
on peut retarder cela aussi longtemps que l'on voulait ;
tu peux en refouler si **** autant que tu veux,
Cependant ça finira par arriver,
c'est une prophétie que je nous fais.
Un jour tu te passeras de ma compagnie ;
tu ne voudras plus de mes services,
En ce jour-là tu ne supporteras plus ma présence,
Parce que tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs,
Parce que toutes mes histoires te seront déjà familières ;
Parce que toute ma logique d'argumentation, d'agencement te sera assez connu,
Jusqu'au point où avant que je ne dise un mot, tout sera prémédité dans ta subconscience ;
Un jour où, tu t'en iras **** de moi pour ce que je suis,
Un jour où tu m'éviteras pour ce que je ne suis pas !
Je n'aimerai que ça dure longtemps,
Je voudrais que ce jour soit ****** le plus **** possible,
Parce que de fois je me plaisais dans ta compagnie,
Y'a toujours de l'intérêt dans tout,
Si quelqu'un manque de réponses à la question pourquoi m'apprécies-tu?
Ce qu'il ment, c'est impossible d'apprécier dans le vide !
L'amour ne fais pas de saut, l'affection ne tolère pas le vide!
Et quand ce jour arrivera, tu n'en trouveras plus chez moi
Voilà pourquoi à mon appel tu auras envie de honnir,
À mes messages tu auras l'impression d'avoir des mains lourdes,
À ma salutation tu tressailliras de colère et
Tous mes compliment seront pour toi des flatteries, des mascarades !
Parce que tu auras trouvé un centre d'intérêt plus prolifique que ce que je donnais !
Tu auras trouvé mieux ailleurs ou pensé trouver la bonne personne !
Je te comprendrai rassure-toi,
Je le supporterai t'en fait pas !
Voilà pourquoi, je néglige au grand jamais l'instant présent !
Tomorrow never comes
Je te parle, je te love dans mes bras comme si c'était la dernière fois !
Merci pour ton temps, le temps qui passe ne revient jamais !
Tiempo es vida (Spanish)
Merci d'être là pour l'instant avant de disparaître à tout jamais !
Je voudrais que cela dure longtemps !
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
tonight he is ever so mean and cruel
he insists on curds and gruel
his face contorts and twists
in rage he has imposed
as tactics to maneuver and manipulate
how does one escape
Mar 2
Mar 2, 2026 at 1:05 AM UTC
people walking past me
and you not looking at me
pretending i don't exist
you know this
will be my demise.
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:10 PM UTC
lost in mysterious shades
no aid to what I have played
(myself)
falling into an illusion
the pursuit of love
there's no need to desire if it's all around
yet, I'm alone in bed wanting to hold someone to sleep
the memories are deep
I question what I truly seek
practicing everyday to communicate feelings
art is the result
expression through mediums
I've always known.. this is what I would do
there's no room for people like me, so I'll remain in solitude
(i have so many new posters to hang up)
my week has been weird, I sleep a lot these days... it's not that I want to... I wake up and lay... think... long for her...
my eyes slowly begin to close until...
IT'S ******* 1 PM AND I THINK TO MYSELF... I COULD'VE BEEN DOING ****
(I reason with myself..."you do work from 10 to 3am...every night of the week)
I'm not used to my schedule
growing up after college kind of ***** where I want to be will take some work
(mostly financially)
a stable job... my own place... solitude... good ****
soon.. I hope
I've been doing my best to overcome yesterdays "self"
even though I know ultimately there is no "self"
little day by day accomplishments drives the human
let me be human with inconsistent reasoning and carelessnes... I'll learn from it
... and also be nothing.. at the same time?
isn't it all the same
anyway, it's 4:39 am and I always wonder why I'm so drawn to specifying the time in some of my poems
it's not that deep... I promise
maybe I should be the first person to introduce cubist poetry??
could that be a thing??
just write about different times in my life in a "poetic manner" and jumping to when I was 10 years old busting my first nut
the internet was weird for me those days
soccer compilation vids of my idols and ****
(writer later on becomes a monster and commits suicide)
(in my dreams)
anyway
these days... I feel alive, I was talking to this girl but I know... it won't work
time requires some entertainment and I'm just... a piece of **** when it comes to feeling something for someone other than who I'd want to... start a family with...
I know right
those hopes have evaporated into nothingness and I'm here... I'm capable
different people make me realize different things about myself
that's why I choose to expose myself... their way of being changes when I let them know... it's okay to be, no pressure
no ego
we're just a **** load of atoms... communicating
(I don't want to believe in anything)
I want to learn so many instruments
stringed
percussion
****
I'm on a good track.... I believe
I wan't to write my parents symphonies
and the girl I miss...
I always comeback to that
thinking about what to type
live for my wrongs to make them right
go through the dark to get to the light
fear no repercussions, out of perspective sight
I feel like I've gone off track
it's been a long day
I can't wait to wake up tomorrow
I might go get some kolaches later... my spot opens in 4 minutes
should.. I leave now???
mm.... I'll give it 30 minutes
after I post this I may lay down and fall asleep though
I never have the desire to eat in the morning
gives me more time to plan what I'm going to stuff my face in later on
intermittent fasting bro
I hear you can sell your art via crypto currency...I've also made research about how it's bad for the environment???
weird... but I want to give the future generations more time to solve modern day dilemmas... like that ****
it'd be dumb if I fell asleep mid sentence and my computer died... I'm actually pretty tired... I closed my eyes for 10 seconds and thought 30 minutes had gone by... I'm... hungry though (lol)
I think I will go out for those kolaches after ******* all (as my eyes close slowly)
I'm here... awake...listening to Polyphia
getting hype
this solo
how the ****
my days are numbered
so are yours
we will all vanish... every word people say about us after we're gone means nothing but will be missed somehow
I'm going to end it here
the poem
hahaha
I have... a lot to live for
finally
Feb 24, 2021
Feb 24, 2021 at 6:06 AM UTC
to you who has found so much
life in my work. who has taken
so much of me. and me from you.
we sit over coffee like
old war generals.
its nice.
its one of the first nice moments
we've probably had in awhile.
i buy gum on the way,
like i want to impress you.
i do want to impress you.
im embarressed for wanting that.
because you probably don't
and why would you.
this was all in a past life
so long ago.
the hug hello was a
bit tighter than the hug goodbye
but im glad we could end it
on a high note,
over coffee.
Jan 22, 2020
Jan 22, 2020 at 11:30 PM UTC
The lord is probably
Ashamed of me as son
Because I’m part of the ****
That walks his earth
Filling my lungs
with a toxic smoke
Drowning my liver
with a deadly elixir
Can’t go a day
With out a fix
I have 99 bars
And none of them
Are going to get spit
So I popped them all with Molly
And overdosed to the sirens
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:20 PM UTC
Test
**** them
How dare you tell me
I'm smart because I got an A
Im smart because I learned the material
I'm smart because I raised my hand
I'm SMART because I know **** that other kids don't know
What do I know
Not taxes
Not mathematics
Not English
Not grammar
Punctuation isn't a thing when you
Have to figure out LIFE
But is it life
Isn't a thing if you don't have
A diploma
So what am I doing
Nothing
I'm not smart
I'm conforming
To a life
That only answers
To a,b or c
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 3:32 AM UTC
*can't take how much I love you
every single sip, every single song
reminds me so painfully of you
I look at your profile pictures
like I'm some kind of creep
and it's the little things like
your smile that make me weep
and I guess what I'm left with is different
in most of my pictures I was with you
at that time or you are even in it
can't look at my own past
don't feel happy when reminiscing
can't help but feel I've made a mistake
like we found a permanent solution
to a temporary feeling
now my heart aches*
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 6:17 PM UTC
*Friends
Who the **** needs them?
You know who you are!
Eh hmm.
Caught like a fly
In a web of your lies
It's truth be told now
Or it's meet your demise
So how did it feel?
When you held the knife
That you stuck right in my back
A thousand times*
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 9:51 AM UTC
Tracing the cracks on the wall,
my eyes are burning but I'm fighting sleep.
The lonely hum inside my brain is
telling me to do something
but loving you is exhausting
and it's been raining white flags
inside my brain since summer.
The end of us felt like an earthquake-
something tragic I never saw coming
and my God, I never saw it coming.
Every night I remind myself that the more
I close my hands the more I hurt myself
and it's not easy being valiant but
I am thinking of you
quietly now.
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
Holding so much inside.
Ignoring the pain that resides.
Telling myself we'll be alright,
knowing full well it's a lie.
Breaking, shattering, falling apart.
Reaching the end of that rope;
my last gleaming hope is fading.
Jaded, incomprehensive, inconsolable. Extinguished fire behind my eyes,
the last burning embers pulsing out.
Collapsed lungs suffocating me,
drowning in deprivation.
Grim stands beside me, holding my hand.
Das ende. Slutten. Fin.
lmt
Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
Falling to pieces, broken
Inside, trying to get better but it
Never works- they lied.
Jun 8, 2015
Jun 8, 2015 at 3:25 PM UTC
If you need to go beyond
And don’t want to play a game
You need not to walk or fun
Tool or trick or tact or fame
If no plan; you have at all
Talking about he or she
Any season or snow fall
Fly to have it like a bee
If your goal is miles so far
You have no food, fish or fin
No matter plane, train or car
Face no trip through thick or thin
Go with care be determined
And you have to see your past
You have your inner! You find
You will be succeed at last
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:17 PM UTC
For a while now, I've had a thought swimming alongside my awareness, a fin cutting the water as I wait for it to save or **** me. Dolphin or shark? It came near enough for me to make out its shape recently.
**** or save? I know at least that it wasn't a fat guy with a prank fin and a snorkel. It closed on me and I realized what is most painfully missing.
When I am touched, it is simply that.
Dreamlike, my finned pursuer still refused to reveal its whole shape to me, and instead became the emotive image of a hand lovingly reaching for my face.
That small act of love is gone.
It means so much to me, that tenderness, that I ruined the last ship I sailed. I tore every beam apart in my search for what was just a three-legged spider deep in her darkest corner. So I burned down the good ship Treble and used the remains to float away.
I drifted to an atoll and chose a meek ******* It would certainly do, what better place to spend my remaining balance of time?
The breezes whispered and wouldn't stop.
Tides eroded and regrew my ******* until the even rhythm became inherently strange. So steady.
Evenly, unknown, eternity.
When the bottle washed up, I jealously guarded it from the ******* I should not have called the ******* Wilson.
Apparently Wilson controlled the weather.
Several gales and at least one hurricane punished my foolish hide. But the bottles kept coming, encouraged by the raging.
Shortly after, I learned to surf.
Well, I wasn't good at it. And Wilson didn't approve. It only took a little inclementation to sweep me away. If Wilson did control the weather, she must have been exhausted by then.
What a flimsy board.
It was my shield, held wearily up against the hungry ocean. Before my encounter with the amorphous beast, I was just drifting, again, unsure what quixotic urge took me so far.
And then the fin arrived.
**** or save?
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Your outstretched arm
And kind eyes
Draw me in
Not back to a place of love
But instead to your construction of pain
And hurt
And blame
Where it's apparent that the olive branch
Held between your fingertips
Is twined with barb
In my bleeding palm
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:42 AM UTC