We undressed the evening
of my affliction
and held it between us
like a feeble morsel of sting;
a flickering candle to fill in
the cracks of my chest.
rushing forward,
my words
undesirable;
labored children
of sad brown eyes
leaving you forlorn.
The ocean's bottom view...
yea, this might be the last cigarette i smoke.
i'm a figure skater doing figure 8's. stuck on the ice.
so much ******* work for nothing,
sure it looks pretty but where does it get me?
it's like saying you shouldn't talk to yourself...to yourself
and laughing when you want to cry.
i want so much...
HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! HOLY CRAP! one of the best things i've read in awhile. wow man, wow. one thing makes her happy. then the darkness. holy crap man! trust me when i say this, this is tha honeysuckle :p
I've been writing this story in a form a poetry. it's a long one. 3 books. i'm done. BUT! the second book needs A LOT of work. it needs to be completely redone. i've already got the first one published and in my hands and i refuse to publish the third till i finish the second completely. i...
I'm 19 but i feel 50. i know the feeling. also i deal with panic attacks. i'm sorry. you are not alone! i'm here. if you ever need ANYTHING pm me please. i'm here for you, we all are
HOLY CRAP! I love this! an image behind glass gives the image of clawing at the glass wanting to get back what has left you. the last line of the first stanza screams to me. it's what i'm going through. those days where so great and so amazing and while they were happening you thought there is...
The ports are empty
And the streets are bare,
Your smiles have left you
And you’re the only one
To keep you from caring
Too much about it.
You went so long without him
(Keeping yourself busy and ignoring the fall)
But with oceans of opportunity
You found yourself back at the docks.
I waited on...
This place is just words
And empty letters sent home,
I scribble them down
To give them some hope
But it’s only
A dream
That’s clear.
I’m just a ghost
Screaming out at the sea,
To which no reply
Falls upon me.
So many faces
But no smiles,
Just mine.
This place is just words
And empty letters...
Everyone around me
is dead and dark;
from all the books
I’ve read
to the wallpaper.
I am older
but I’m cold,
my age defeats me
and you don't know,
you'll never know.
Chasing a bird
with the sun at my back.
My shadow tricks me,
it'll never come back;
letting go.
Oh no,
I haven't crash...
It feels ways too good
To keep lying to myself,
You think it’s okay but it’s not
And you’ll keep it that way.
Everybody’s laughing in the halls
And I just want to go home.
Constantly fighting with yourself
To keep from going crazy
But you don’t seem to care at all.
It’s been like this for too...
Nobody will ever know you,
Troubled child;
Hidden sadness where you carry
All your broken faces,
Incomplete and disappointed.
In your head you fight off the violence,
Just stay quiet,
And always smile so the ocean that surrounds
Your sorrow pushes inland
Leaving nowhere else
To turn.
no see, i dont care about myself. honestly who cares about themselves? and i dont care if people believe in me, but i do care if people dont believe in me.
i'm gonna stop now.
you can text me sophia.
i might answer but if i dont
i'm sorry, really i am.
i never have cared. you know that.
nah, see people dont really CARE. people are selfish. people are mean. people are insane, crazy, chaos.
a person cares. a person gives. a person is nice. a person is helping, sweet, and warm.
it doesn't really matter if i stay or not. i shouldn't have posted that. i shouldn't have posted anything. i dont care anymore. i really dont. i dont give a honeysuckle. its whatever. careless carefor carefree carefucked