Flowers live in the sun, They wither in the cold, I am a flower, You are the cold ,and the sun. Mock poetry I wrote for a friend.
“I wish there was a machine or drug I can take so that it may take me away or make time go faster because missing her is just difficult.” Thanks to Facebook memories for this one. I had forgotten completely about this. Sometimes reading those memories, I sound like a completely different person.
Death, my unrequited love. My only ever. The painful pining. I look beyond you. To replace the irreplaceable, In the decadence and grand distractions.
I am behind my phone again looking at my friends. Looking at them lie about everything. About their relationships, about their feelings, their the world, about their appearance and their thoughts. I watch them lie about their personalities, achievements and attitudes. They lie and lie and lie, and I watch, redacted but affected. With so… Continue reading Liars
“On a bad day, a cup of coffee can turn your day around.”
“The day my favourite mug broke I felt like a pet had died.Picking a new one was just as difficult,no cup is alike.”
When I open my eyes, The sky opens with them and the vacuum fills me, Emptying me… When I walk on the ground, The ground molds to feet, Sowing me… When I think of the past, The past welcomes me, Locking me in… When I look to at the future, It gambles with me, To… Continue reading Midnight Lullabies