| 5:00 and i'm dead. |


pretty things.my mind is full of pretty things.pretty things.
pretty things that I would want. pretty things that i could have. pretty things that aren't pretty at all.
my mind is full of horrific things.
things i would want to do. things i wished to do. things i can do.
my mind is full of thoughts.
thoughts that could've been. thoughts that aren't what they're supposed to be. thoughts of you and me.
my mind is filled with words.
words out of my mouth. words singing about. words that were never mine.


Everyday I smile."We're all dying, you know." "Dying? What are you talking about? I feel pretty alive." "On the inside, we are all slowly dying; from our emotions, our fears, our regrets; our one-sided loves." "You should talk to him, at least try." "It's no use, he doesn't see me. He doesn't know I'm alive."Everyday I smile.
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I saw them. I did, I swear. I tried looking away; I tried believing what I didn't see. They were holding hands, they were kissing, they were smiling, they were happy. I want to smile, I want to be happy. I want love.
I wa
yellow id.

close enough.i like to think of smaller things: wondering wishes and sleepless nightmares.close enough.
it's time; we can change.
bring all the worlds remedies.
bring on the soulless hearts.
i can feel your skin rip away.
considering all the actions and thinking to myself.
oh, no.
you stare at me and think. i know.
stop biting your nails, stop hitting your head.
i bleed, and i tear.
we might as well look out now, there's the sorrow. there's the frown.
| not today. |

i am a lazy poet with nothing to do. |
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