#latenightramblings
Death is a fickle thing
Everyone hates.
“Outrageous.”
“Tearful…”
“Fills me with hate!”
And disdain and
Fear
And terror
Galore.
Even though it happened
To all of us before.
And will continue
It's an open door
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 11:19 PM UTC
the ice coffee
I snuck in
late this afternoon
red wine
I drank
with a robust
spaghetti sauce
not until
it was time to sleep
my eyes regretted
not being able to close
mind riddled and running wild
with unlaid plans
fanciful schemes
memories mostly hidden
from daylight
revelations leap
out from the dark
shadows
with every toss and turn
grudges
lain bare
with my uncovered legs
my only hope of absolution
remains in the desperate hope
to exhaustedly
dissolve into dreamscapes
where regrets are simply keys
to opening
doorways
to subconscious delusions
that make
some sort of sense
there
because
you tell them to
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 1:51 PM UTC
some say that death is a fate
not worthy of even
the cruelest of killers
yet here I am
waiting for the sweet release of death
from this world
which has left me only
in pieces
and in pain
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:33 AM UTC
you say, 'be careful with yourself'
i feel my hands shake
and I reply, 'I don't know how'
Mar 27, 2016
Mar 27, 2016 at 4:34 AM UTC
not even words can describe
the mess you make of me
with just one glance
one smile
one laugh
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
you were a dream turned
into the startling reality
that shattered my heart
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
for who could learn to
love something as broken
as me
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
I wish we would go stargazing
so you could see constellations,
while I admire the one right next to me
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:05 AM UTC
if i said "i love you"
nearly as much
as i said "i'm sorry"
maybe we could've been something.
Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 2:07 AM UTC