Yep.
I am stuck in a cage
i made for myself.
too tired to break free.
~k
I am trying to convince myself.
It ain't fault.
It wasn't my fault.
I couldn't run. I just couldn't.
I wish i had though.
I wish i was brave like they all think.
I Wish i wasn't a coward.
"poeticide".
the agony of being a poet
is not actually found
in being unable to write;
it's worse. my downfall is choosing to relive the pain
with every word, emotions inexpressible;
i try to exclaim: desperately
crying for help, in verse,
doomed to repeat
the cycle
until nobody is left
to witness me.
"poeticide."
d.b.a
note: i have no foolish intentions and cherish life, as well as my place within it. the emotions i feel and express are very real, but be at ease - everything will be okay, for myself and you, the reader.
my oasis ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Can't we just stop time for a little while? The stars have decided our fate I know because I’ve wasted years in denial But I hope mercy will keep you here with me
One moment I hold you in a tight embrace, The next you crumble to sand in my arms And I'm lost again Calling out for you and Looking for your grains of sand In an endless desert
"It was just a dream" I whisper to myself, alone in the dark But in truth, I know you'll never be back. Not in this world, And not even in the world of dreams
passion.
it's supposed to be the burning flame,
the light that guides you forward,
the torch that lits the way.
but
sometimes,
the flame reduces to nothing but a spark.
and
the light seems so far that all you see is darkness.
and sometimes,
the torch burns a bit too much,
leaving us all in burned pieces.
~K
I know this isn't a poem but I just needed y'all to hear this.
"If I am forced to be perceived I will make sure to become incomprehensible. Interact with me and roll a wisdom saving throw."
-A friend of mine today
What do I aspire to be ?
A walking contradiction.
i guess I understand
why they all leave.
i am hard to love