I Read. Obsessively. Because, When I Read, There Is Purpose To My Loneliness.

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.

normalize platonic “flirting”!!!! i just wanna be able to compliment my friends and point out little things i like about them!! i want to make them smile and have playful banter and laugh together and see them smile!!!!!!!!!!

The stars can’t reach us

The stars can’t reach us

Yet we try in vain

Our hearts full of greed and lust

Wishing only for gain

Hopes and dreams wishing on a star

Corrupt, darkness, despair, stick like tar

Stop soul searching

Please refrain

Nothing will stop the the destruction lurking.

For the stars lie in pain

Overtaxed with ambition

Dying to give you the darkness you’ve been wishin’

The stars are lying

There was no magic here

Lured us like sirens

Hell is crying

Awash with flaming tears

Burning the Horizons

want to respond to every noise not under my control by growling

Tell me a story

Tell me a story, a story unheard

Where in whisper so silent

Only few can be lured

If we knew what they all meant

Our lust might be cured

For curiosity is the cats game

And satisfaction will purr

The greed for knowledge, a name,

Can be caught only by a word.

Sing of pain

For there’s nothing more to gain

It’s known

That we have all faced this alone

We despaired

Because we though no one cared

An out reached hand

But I can no longer stand

It’s now too late for me

Fools, one and all, flee

Do you like poems?

yes! my favorites are The Tiger and the unnamed werewolf fridge poem

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

“Do you think it’s possible that some people are born to give more love than they will ever get back in return?”

— Tyler Knott Gregson