Uncategorized couples, crap writting, drugwriting, drunkiegail, dunkiegail, emo, forgotten storms, I cant sleep, in the moment writting, insomnia, men, men suck, moving forward, poem, poems, rubbish, sad, sadness, wine, writting 6:07 am
A bottle of wine in and who are you?
I A wise lover to be headed
Or an old man looking for obedience
I am not your dog
But I will u bite..
Down on the hand of uniformity
We are not your progeny
We are our very own creatures
And we wait in the dark
The dark to you gave us to render you blind
And though you do not see us
We shall rise
And you,
Faint of heart
Shall crumble
We are the now
And you shall
Welcome us
Or
Fear the progress
Do not fear me
I am you
And i will come for you.
-A.s.L. =^.^=©
life is a jumbled poem and men suck and the late night write break ups, couples, drunkiegail, emotions, fighting, insomnia, life, men, men suck, poem, poetry, rage, rant, short creative writing, short except of my life, struggling, wine, writting 5:20 am
Your words in my head are still ringing
you called me a demon
but I’m still Feenin
for those hands
those arms that hug
simultaneously Crushing My Heart
You tore us apart
It wasn’t the drink
It was the emptiness
Not in a cup
but all of your love
A box with nothing inside
I may be the demon
But at least I dont hide
My sharper parts
They were on my head from the get go
You just didn’t wanna see them
You wanted to grind them down
So I fit neatly into that empty box
Well I am a demon
I’ll be the night
I’ll scare the good girls
And bite the hand that feeds
I’ll be be me
And to that I’ll raise a glass
To the nightmares I hope you’re having too
you made the choice
now you have to see this through
you were the one that left me
and with clawed hands I’ll be the demon writing poetry
life is a jumbled poem and men suck crap writting, emo, men, poem, sad, sadness, shit writing., short except of my life 7:31 pm
most days i bring a notebook with me
i rarley use it
mostly i force it
like homework on the way to school
most days
not today
i forgot my notebook
and my sense
i dont know the exact point i lost my hold
when my grip slipped
but it did
today it did
so quickly it all went south
it was smooth sailing
then it was a sinking ship
and were both going down
im not sorry
but i still wanna save you
i was always a great swimmer
it was my one active talent
i even saved someone once
he was tall and panicking
but i liked him
he was a good human
and with all my determination and love i towed him ashore
almost went under with a few times but we made it
i was younger then
i had that stupid optimism
that blatant disregard for self preservation
my attitude has lost its boyancey
i feel heavy
and i dont know if were gonna make it to shore this time
but i still wanna save you
Notes: I’m ok but today was not a good one so far, this must me spelled to shit cause my hands are shaking and wordpress mobile has really crummy spell check features on my phone. Sorry for that. Hope you you enjoyed this emo crap writing.
-A
life is a jumbled poem and men suck and the late night write couples, crap writting, insanity, insomnia, literature, loss, love, men, moving forward, notes, numb, passion, poems, poetry, rant, rubbish, sadness, shit writing., the late night write, unfinished 4:19 am
Without him I shall write a thousand tragic endings, with Newfound freedom I shall let my inspiration go wild. With its own agency it will fly across the page ending only in a bonfire of a million notebooks, none fit for the eyes of any reader. Free in body but not in spirit. I lament my own folly. A trick I have played on myself. the only punchline is an unfinished poem and not even a good one.
life is a jumbled poem and men suck emo, fuck you, just so you know, letters, loss, love, men, notes, numb, poems, poetry, rant, rants, rubbish, sadness, shit writing. 9:12 pm
I want to call you
I want to call and yell and sob and question what it was that happened to make us go so far wrong
I want to ask you if you remembered telling me that you loved that I was talking to you
And that you never wanted me to stop
But you haven’t called
Haven’t texted
And it has been three days
Long days and sleepless nights
I have barley eaten
It’s a hunger strike against myself
Like somehow the lack of sustenance will dull the synchronous firing neurons in my head
Makeing me remember every little sweet things between us
It makes my stomach twist and ache
But I haven’t given it anything expell
All I have to expell is sad poetry and harsh words.
life is a jumbled poem and storys and the late night write life, men, moving forward, poetry, tokein 6:09 am
didn’t see this one comming,
even tho it was always I’m the back of my mind.
maybe she’s hearing everything,
maybe she has Seen it all.
but they all doubt her,
the attempt and the fail are staggering in numbers and percentages
the morel is no one listens
so what if your smart?
maybe you seen some shit.
A Warning is a warning.
so it’s time to hit the bricks.
find some rocks to kick,
it’s not bad in the bricks
there’s lines to follow that lead to very interesting things.
my point is endings are sometimes beginings.
so let the story begin.
.
life is a jumbled poem and tok@gail love, men, poem, rant, sadness 6:43 am
I died once, you brought me to life. I can remember the smile you gave to me, Knowing the light in my eyes was the happiness only we had. Real love, like they read they young ones in fairy tails To stave the nightmares…That was just yesterday, to girl inside my head. Do you remember the night terrors id wake from? Do you remember the look that made it all better? I want to look at you like that so bad, To kiss you on the check and leave you in peaceful slumber. To make it all go away, like the memory of us was just a bad dream. If you ever loved me If you believed that I could give you something no one else could The please give me this, Only you can. Please forget our past and be happy Kiss that girl and look into her eyes and smile.
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