#noreason
The sun is shining
My world is right
But deep inside
I long to cry
I feel the tingle
In my nose
As the tear ducts
Start to swell
Without reason
Sadness fills up
My mind and soul
The heart pounds
As the depression
Sets in—
1d ago
Jun 2, 2026 at 9:02 AM UTC
no reason
just lies
but
my heart is waiting for you
my eyes are looking for you
my dreams live you
Jun 23, 2021
Jun 23, 2021 at 12:23 PM UTC
A soul, a skip, a time, a page.
Twill and twine, butter me up.
Bowler hat, dapper gray.
Tea and twist, slap it away.
Hatpins stab and teamice snore.
A soul, a skip, a time no more.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 11:00 AM UTC
BE HAPPY FOR NO REASON,
THE REASON WILL FIND YOU..
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 3:37 AM UTC
closing claws
ripping off the flesh
of a shadow
saved in a corner
of a single
soul.
no room for an S.O.S.
in this glass jar
filled with despair
in hermetically
closed
words.
closed, closure, close,
such hilarious
list of words
suitable for both
love and
hate.
no reason available
in words or gestures
or thoughts or mimics,
but a single feeling,
a painful thirst
of freedom,
but this closing
fog
stealing
every breath
is closing
every exit,
like alcohol vapours
surrounded by flames,
imploding
violently
into
oblivion.
scared,
alone,
trapped,
wrapped
in a single
point.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 9:27 AM UTC
They say, "if you love something,
let it go" and that, "if it returns,
it's yours, if it doesn't, it never was",
but does that saying apply to people?
Because I don't want to let you go.
I don't want to let you walk
out of the door to my life.
You won't come back, but it's not
because you never were mine.
It's more because you don't have family here,
and once you're gone you wont have a reason
to come back here.
And it's expensive anyway to fly across the country
just for a visit with someone.
But I'll miss you. I don't want to let you go.
I don't want you to leave me.
Oct 14, 2015
Oct 14, 2015 at 11:23 AM UTC
Curled up in a ball on my bedroom floor I never could've imagined myself putting on such a per-form-ance.
Tears smothering my face as I hide it beneath my own hands I'm blinded, no one truly will ever understand my feelings and that kills me for some unpleasant reason to be understood is what I'm needing.
Tell me why are we humans so arrogant and selfish at times? In the end we all do what we truly want there is no one out there who surrenders for love not even the most dedicated of love birds would do such an exquisite task. Because truthfully we're all wearing a mask.
or at least that's what we want you to believe.
Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
This isn't living
This is dying
Everybody is craving
For either leaving
Or staying
You wake up
And try to make up
A reason to stay up
Which probably is to break up
The responsibilities', built up
You beg for mercy
And try convince yourself that you're worth it
But you know, you're feelings, you wrap it
Wrap it away to keep it
And to hear it
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 3:55 PM UTC
It’s like, when
She’s gone,
My world
Suddenly
turns dark,
empty.
There
Abruptly
Isn’t a
Reason to
Stay up
Any longer.
Now there’s
No reason to
Make my bed
Without her
To keep
Me warm-
No reason
To prepare
For sleep
For I am
Already
Sleeping-
For without
Her
There is
No reason
To stay
Awake.
Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
I'm just writing to write.
In the mood to write.
Words keep coming into my head but I make no sense of them.
Sentences pop into my mind but they mean nothing.
They're just words.
Why does it matter how many I say?
Why does it matter how many I don't say?
I don't want to be loud anymore.
I don't want to be giggle-y.
I don't want to always have a smile on my face.
I don't want to pretend that everything is okay.
I don't want to put on a fake happy persona.
I want people to see me as a real person.
Not a person with a childlike laugh.
Not an insanely happy or peppy person.
I just want to be seen as me.
A girl who has real emotions.
A girl who CAN handle it when you tell her things.
I'm not immature.
I'm not under-developed.
I'm not a genius.
I'm not simpleminded.
I'm just in-the-middle.
I'm in between, like every one of you.
I know, I'm rambling.
But is that okay?
There are so many words bottled up in me and some of them are so irrelevant.
But I want to say them.
I want to express myself but I can't.
I want to be me but if I am me, no one will understand.
"Why aren't you happy like your usual self?"
"Why aren't you giggling when I light-heartedly mock your laugh?"
"Why aren't you smiling?"
But then.. Maybe there will be that one person who realizes that..
I'm not always how I portray myself to be.
I'm just a confused little girl.
Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC