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DG Apr 2020
if it all goes wrong
we can all move to Saturn
sure, it’s a gas giant,
so if that goes wrong
we can move to
Titan and Enceladus.

no angst, no despair,
no existential fear and
most importantly, no Karens.
maybe there are undiscovered
frozen glaciers of oreo milkshakes
out there in the universe.

there are no dead ends,
no places you don’t belong in,
no absence of a friend.
do not be scared of growing up,
there are infinite years to spend,
just 16 candles, in a universe so vast.

good books, moments, coffee blends,
conan gray songs, minecraft and games.
time is in your hands, clocks don’t melt.
oll is well that ends well,
we can all always move to Saturn,
the universe belongs to you, my friend.
happy birthday, ollie
DG Jun 2019
After thorough calculations there
are two possible outcomes of
arguing with my family:

Either one day the arguments will end patriarchy,
or one day the arguments will end me.
ignorance and world issues and poetry are messing with my mental health
DG Jun 2019
How come
          some
                ↪ people can
            find paths even
                at a dead end ↩
while my paths,
so clear, diverse and
              numerous
    are cu
               t-
          -off by land
                              s
                                l
                                  i
                                    d
                                       e
                                          s
                                            and avalanches?
DG Jun 2019
what is the point
of being cruel like this?
if life is nothing m°ore.
th@n a

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                                       T? C 
 
                                            卄 !!
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DG Jun 2019
Why did you pick death over me?
Was she prettier?
Was she smarter?
Did she treat you better?

So much better
that you won't ever
come back to me?
DG Jun 2019
S c a t t e r e d and homesick
for a home that doesn't exist.
It smells like lunch and trees.
Like bookshelves and coffee.
Like laughter and honey.
I long for a home
and that is it.
DG Jun 2019
Life is God throwing me
a surprise birthday party,
being a terrible host,
and forcing me to come.

Life is a party,
people go and come.
But you're dancing with a stranger,
so you can never find the One.

Life has an after party,
with twice the anxiety
But they say it's called 'Heaven' for me,
and 'Hell' for some?
I wouldn't want to go to the after party of Heaven if the good people I've met in the party of life are going to the after party of Hell.
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