#pros
It is as if a wave of tranquility passed over me this morning. Still numb. However, the strenuous longing to feel has dissipated. The wounds have be temporarily cauterized. No empty pain lingers in the darkness like a phantom menace. I felt nothing before, But I knew I was in pain. Now the nothingness consumes any lingering obscure thoughts. I am the hollow man; Such a fragile shell I carry on burden bones. But tis a pleasant day indeed. Thunder storms barrage the sky in open warfare and ominous tear drops soak the battlefield. For once I am not the fool weeping alone; The world takes my place, my pain, my suffering, and I revel in the warmth of it's tears as any good sadist does.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 4:16 PM UTC
The past two days were recklessly engorged with alcohol.
Intoxication has become habitual. Each weekend, drowning one's self in an illusion of joy and folly; The jester entertaining not Kings nor Queens, but the **** the weak, to deceive the empty crowd in my mind that I matter to someone. But matter is fleeting and we, myself and the abyss, understand the plight of today; waking up to nothing-- the empty abyss for which I am well acquainted with. Simply put, I am revisiting my old home from a not so distant past. The only difference between then and now is the relentless bottoms of empty glasses and a false sense of security and composure.
Jun 7, 2021
Jun 7, 2021 at 1:38 PM UTC
there's this pattern
that I keep on going circles at
for everything I gained
I lost something in return
but I guess
I just never understand
which losses were worth losing
and which gains were worth acquiring
Nov 5, 2019
Nov 5, 2019 at 3:27 AM UTC
What’s wrong with me?
When it came to dealing with others,
I never saw myself in a negative way.
But now, all I notice
is my pessimistic nature.
Do the cons always outweigh the pros?
No, of course not,
but lately I remember more bad things than good.
Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
~ ♡ ~
It's pleasure
~ ♡ ~
It's pain
~ ♡ ~
It's joy
~ ♡ ~
It's disquiet
~ ♡ ~
It's an antidote
~ ♡ ~
It's poison
~ ♡ ~
It's soundness
~ ♡ ~
It's madness
~ ♡ ~
It's a blessing
~ ♡ ~
It's a curse
~ ♡ ~
It's a haven
~ ♡ ~
It's a battle
~ ♡ ~
But above all,
Real love, true love
is sacrifice
~ ♡ ~
Aug 8, 2018
Aug 8, 2018 at 12:55 PM UTC
There's instant soup
Instant milk
Blogs full'a goop
Bugs in your blink
Instant coffee
Instagram
Love like toffee
Stuck in your spam
Instant high
Instant fluff
Wherever you look
There's bang for your buck
God forbid
Delete it all
Switch it off
Feel the mad withdrawal
And go back to the land
Grow your own
Get a cow or a goat
Forget your phone
Finish the weeding
Chat with a rose
Stand in a summer shower
Smell the smells in your nose
Listen to the night
Owls, foxes, wrens
Watch the slow boiling
Smoke dancing in little rings
Oct 11, 2017
Oct 11, 2017 at 6:36 AM UTC
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
are
pros
in
the
trade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
enjoy
the
goodly
*******
up
lade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
possess
lips
of
a
fawning
shade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
recite
this
rhyme
so
fine
in
grade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
do
flatter
with
the
nicest
wade
the ******* up brigade
the ******* up brigade
it
is
now
time
for
an
outro
fade
Dec 28, 2016
Dec 28, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
I find it scary
to love someone like this.
You give everything you have
your love, time & attention.
Hoping that
they will do & feel
the same way
like you do.
Missing them every single time,
making sure that they're happy &
remain contented with you,
& your love.
Doing everything that you could
to make sure that
they wouldn't leave you,
alone.
At the same time,
giving them
space & freedom
that they want & deserve.
To make sure
they won't
feel locked, stuck & chained
with you.
Loving someone
so deeply, pure, sincere
& innocent
is not an easy task.
This might sound
narcissistic,
but
I admire
myself & those
who has done it?
It is scary, yes.
No assurances
that all of it wouldn't be wasted.
Maybe that's the beauty of love
Making smart & logical people;
dumb, fearless & illogical.
Driving human beings,
insane &
risking it all,
for the name of
love.
Mar 5, 2016
Mar 5, 2016 at 2:17 AM UTC
I love Lightning when no claps of thunder trail it
I love the pitter-patter of rain outside when I am dry inside
I love you when feelings remain requited
I love everything until I see each layer
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 2:09 AM UTC
She looked up to the towering evergreen and wondered if the paradoxical romance was yet to begin again. She hadn't given up, was it the rolling synapses that captured her heart or the lonely thoughts? And would she ever know? Was she meant to? Scouring her brain for the reckoning, imaging his cynical gaze meeting her own,that sudden illumination it dawned, and capturing smile that followed. Retrospective Love uncertain. Only one truth lingered: his brain was the one she craved another chance to explore. A sleepy afternoon to lead him down the rabbit hole once more. A Crow materialized in the branches of the lush tower above.Would it become a ******
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
She wasn't so special.
She wasn't even that pretty, and her hair was always a mess, she had tired eyes, also her knees were too skinny and her voice was too loud. She was always in her own world never paying attention to anything I had to say, always scribbling in that notebook of hers I never got a chance to read. She laughed pretty much about anything, and had an opinion about everything, seriously.
Okay, she was that pretty. In fact, the world beautiful wouldn't bring her justice in her worst day. Her hair was a mess, that's for sure, it always fell over her face and I used to pull it back gently. And maybe she had tired eyes for staying up until the moon went to sleep waiting for my 'I'm home' text. I got to say I loved the skinniness of her knees, I remember thinking she was secure with me, that nothing wrong would ever happen to her. She was a loud person, which kind of came in handy whenever she had to stand up for herself, watching her speak up always made me proud.
She was a daydreamer, always over analizing everything, picturing different scenarios and each possible outcome. She promised she would show me that notebook, I remember she mentioned once how every thought that crossed her mind she wrote, that always fascinated me. And her laugh, man, that I could never hate, I would have done anything to hear her laugh. She always told me how having an opinion about everything made her interesting, but I knew that already, for I found her fascinating since the moment I met her.
She knew who she was and she knew what she wanted,
I wish I had figured that out before.
It's too late now.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:19 AM UTC