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Category: Writing and Poetry
i grab the piece of paper and a pen as my hands and knees are sore with bruises from the hardwood floors with no grace i write over and over waiting for it to give me closure i write what i want to work i write until my eyes are overfilling with the sadness of wishing from something i know that will no come i still write i sat still as a statue or a little kid getting yelled at from their parents... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
i grab the piece of paper and a pen as my hands and knees are sore with bruises from the hardwood floors with no grace i write over and over waiting for it to give me closure i write what i want to work i write until my eyes are overfilling with the sadness of wishing from something i know that will no come i still write i sat still as a statue or a little kid getting yelled at from their parents... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
some nights i lie awake wishing for you to just hold me and wash away my pain from this world so on these lonely nights i take my own hand and hold my other hand and it’s uncomfortable at first but then it slowly faded and becomes a apart of you and as years past and this habit becomes more and more i feel worser not comforted after thousands of sunsets have gone on by and the night says hi i c... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
some nights i lie awake wishing for you to just hold me and wash away my pain from this world so on these lonely nights i take my own hand and hold my other hand and it’s uncomfortable at first but then it slowly faded and becomes a apart of you and as years past and this habit becomes more and more i feel worser not comforted after thousands of sunsets have gone on by and the night says hi i c... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
some nights i lie awake wishing for you to just hold me and wash away my pain from this world so on these lonely nights i take my own hand and hold my other hand and it’s uncomfortable at first but then it slowly faded and becomes a apart of you and as years past and this habit becomes more and more i feel worser not comforted after thousands of sunsets have gone on by and the night says hi i c... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
im only gonna take half i say as i raise up the broken pill in half knowing i cant trust myself with that other half i over do a lot of stuff just out of pure confidence that i think i can handle it but im still just a kid with kid organs and kid mind and kid discipline which is none i take the second half. now im in a daze,or im in a field with daisies patting the sides near to me just to get a f... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
sometimes i think im too sensitive then theres other times where i think im too mean then theres those times where i wish i could just zone out and block the whole world out but thats too harsh even for me me? blocking the whole world out? please? then theres those people in the back who i wish i could be just sitting and observing waiting for their personal clock to hit zero and wait for there... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
mom, oh mom of mine you were once so beautiful to beautiful for this world that could no bear to see how you were you know you were such a kind soul before the days sped up and i got older i still remember those nights of me staying up not wanting to go to bed because ill believe that as soon as ill close my eyes something would happen and i could not redo that and you would tell me to go to bed ... » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
a few years from now you wont remember me, and i know i shouldn’t be thinking about this while you still are around but i just cannot fathom on how in the big universe and under the sky we had the 1 in a lifetime fortune to meet one of another build a bond and itll be gone just like that life will just keep spinning around over and over and i will be nothing but dust in your memories just a tiny c... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
when i die i want it to be beautiful i want it to be a perfect day » Continue Reading
Category: Writing and Poetry
“the apple dosent fall far from the tree” my dad says as he laughs in my face just because i had a drink or too because i reminded him or himself or even my mom or anyone else in this wretched family and i sat and think and thought “ya your right it dosent” in the garden the snake offered eve the apple she just had to take became curiosity got to the best of her my mom doing stuff in her young ... » Continue Reading
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Category: Writing and Poetry
burn me from the inside out burn me for love not hate i want to have a piece of you, a scar, that i can never erase i want you to be with me even if it hurts i want you to touch me with your hate for me and turn it into something that you love as i cry in pain from the touch knowing its just love take everything that has hurt you and reflect it onto me i want the scar i need the scar to know tha... » Continue Reading
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