#thoughtlessness
I wanted to shut myself off from reality.
To escape from myself most definately.
But be careful you don't end up like me,
or bill collectors will sue you eventually.
May 19, 2021
May 19, 2021 at 10:06 PM UTC
Take it to the bridge,
That's where it's meant to be,
It's meant to be remembered,
By lowly lock and key.
It's meant to stay forever,
It should never be forgotten,
It was there the entire time,
Yourself, not nearly so often.
It stayed there through the cold,
It stayed there through the rain,
It meant to stay with you,
Yet you never walked that bridge again.
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
these words give my soul
no refuge, no rest, from the
inflictions within
s.q.
.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 9:54 PM UTC
We all sat and pondered over the strange
phenomena of the world we live in,
like the fact that the moon sleeps upon
the surface of the earth each night,
but never returns to the same dwelling twice.
We asked the stars why they continue
to shine, even years after they've died,
and we wait in silence for their coveted
response, only to be let down once again.
What is a conversation without listening,
but waiting in line for your time to talk,
only to an audience involved in their next
comment. Leaving messages.
You only call me when it's raining out.
And I only answer when it's 2am.
And it's all good and fine in day dreams,
because we know the right things to say
and the right ways to respond, when
it's all in our heads.
But that's not how the world works,
so we stub on tongues on thoughtless
comments, as we fill the voids around us
with butchered "I love yous" and cold nights
back to back.
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
it's the morbid fear to tickle the pen against paper -
and behold; the fear to connect the matchstick to the taper
to stay on, till the sun shoots
to pick out thoughts, from their roots
counting syllables and rhyming words:
they don't matter much.
for look at the birds
they put freedom on your heart with a single touch
no
i can't rhyme no more no
my continuum is hampered
by your wholesome self oh so patient
quatrains and dissection no
feelings and love
and how i mutter words
this is how you make me feel, boy
incoherent yet filled with passion
i can't think but i managed a few adjectives for you
this is how you make me feel, boy
you bewilder me
and
oh
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Oct 13, 2013
Oct 13, 2013 at 10:28 AM UTC