Concept: it's 1am and you are reading your favorite novel. The world around you is asleep, sounds of the day have quieted and you are alone with your books and coffee or tea.
I read. Obsessively. Because, when I read, there is purpose to my loneliness.
i see so much beauty in people and i wonder if they see the same in me
Three words..
My holister hoodie, your horizontal ID
The possessive way you looked at me
My window screeching far to loud
That night you chose me from the crowd
Those teeth and that smile, if only I knew
The nightmare that you’d put me through
A bruise, a grip, a bite, a dress
A knife, a rose, a fucking mess
Sudden pain and flashing lights
Monitors beeping, a fight for life
But there you were, beside the bed
Those three words.. that’s all you said
To save my life, I ran away
With three new words, be not afraid.
Shove the evil inside, by feeding the good.
Let no evil thought be unaccompanied by a kind act.
Let no sin be forgotten unless repented and replaced with a kindness.
Weather small or large it is the intention behind it that matters.
So let evil try, for I will kill it,
With my kindness
Past Midnight poetry- Just a bit
Sometimes I feel a bit crazy
And a bit hazy
Like I know what’s happening only a bit after it happens
My words aren’t really my own
My brain doesn’t feel like me
And maybe it’s a bit scary
A bit sickening
That I am not living
What I want is peace and I can’t have it yet
I wander a bit here
Ponder a bit about something that maybe doesn’t matter
It’s a bit out of context but maybe I’m not real
My words might be
But I am never really me
Reaching
Why do stars reach blindly for the dark
Giving their light in a vast multitude of sparks.
The unknown path
Full of yearning and wrath
Like adventurers of old
Do those stars find gold
The treasure of eons of space
Weaving time and light into lace
If one star’s history reflects my own
Will I then follow the path unknown.
*sits forward in my wizard chair* Ah yes...i have just the remedy for such an ailment. *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a strawberry* *hands you a str
Give me a few words I’ll make it poetry or share my own.This will be their home. I like chaos and not much else, I also don’t know how to use any social media.
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