Mentally unstable but romantically able
Poem
Tox i c
I wish I could say that I did it on purpose
I wish I could believe that I will be different
I hope to believe it was the only way
because I certainly don’t want to breathe that air again.
I don’t know if I will ever escape
For what lies in the mind,
never really leaves,
But which may be hoped upon to stay in shadows.
A certain someone
The white hot streak
The sudden rush,
The pull of forces at a magnets whim
Seen by angels and glimpsed by people
You fill the sky with grace
The background filled with Sun-
Moon filled night.
Think about it
If you stop doing the things you love, you will stop finding love in the things you do.
Together They Are
They are woven together by the strands of envy and the strings of lies.
Think
Life, as it appears, is a series of decisions, and the dealing of the consequences of those decisions.
Side note: also mixed with a bit of go fuck yourself
My Mom
This poem is dedicated to all the mothers out there who do not set the right example for their children. Your daughters follow your example to a T so please do your best to raise them right. Out of love and nothing else.
MY MOM
Is the best mom
The way she teaches me.
We skip
We laugh
We screw around
We play on day after day.
Tomorrow's the day
She'll be back at a job
Says she won't be able to play.
That's ok
Mommy will be back.
Like the laundry grandma does
It's a cycle on repeat
Day after day.
A wretched mean boss
Puts mom up for loss
Similar to the way
Dad gave her away.
That silly mean boy
Never treats me right
Mommy says like a plight
Day after day.
That's ok!
Mommy says out loud,
We'll just have fun
Shrug them all off
And play with a scoff
As we turn our backs
Day after day.
This Freedom
I'm distant
Lost in a maze
with no beginning or end,
just countless floors and halls.
It's like a dream
Interwoven with this false reality
cascading in and out of a revolving door
on schedule with no error
Yet no clock to listen to.
Is this freedom?
Or a slavery of burden
that must be bore at the cost
Of this freedom
Sh.
Whisper Whisper
Lean in to kiss her
The heat of rhythm
Frees our love,
Like light in a prism
