is that nothing's really real
i'm more afraid
of the darkness in my head
of those switched-off lights.
ive found my soulmate. help.
My room is not nearly as messy as my mind.
The shoes under my bed could never compete with the secrets in my head.
The ever-growing pile of clothes underestimate my stories untold.
The demon in my bed fueds with the voices in my head.
Long forgotten pens, cracked and broken, cower away from my words unspoken.
My room is not nearly as messy as my mind because the monster under the bed,
Could never challenge the ones in my head.
I'll be more active soon. I promise :)
some things in life
are about as meaningful
as a pencil without lead.
gonnna try to subtly return to this "poetry" thing over the next week or so ✨.
ate something toxic
in hopes of becoming
simply sit around
imma use the inktober prompt list for my poetry as well. if you want to see my actual inktober sketches, go to @eleanorafelix on instagram ✨.
where most people
and where kind people
- where lying is the new truth
and orange is the new black.
- where people are taught
that in order to be loved
by their knight in shining armour,
they need to hate themselves first.
- in which we exist,
not for ourselves,
but for the sake of our fellow inhabitants.
we live in an amazing world -
but perhaps you can't see that
because of the people who hold you
trapped behind the bars of society.
inspired by a conversation i had w/ my future wife.