We don’t have
To decide tonight
We can talk
Again tomorrow
Let’s not allow
The dying light
To lead us both
Back into sorrow
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
We don’t have
To decide tonight
We can talk
Again tomorrow
Let’s not allow
The dying light
To lead us both
Back into sorrow
I’ve never been one
For writing pretty
As you can probably tell
From this little ditty
Rhubarb
Searching
for
light
Raised
in
darkness
Our
numbers
grow
Despite
the
sparseness
(Originally Posted 22.11.2019)
Even my love poems
It seems
Have a sinister tone
So it’s no wonder
That I’ve spent
So long on my own
Achilles H(eel)
Lingering
on the
ocean floor
Lurking
in the
starkness
This is
where we
both belong
Hidden
amongst
the darkness
(Originally Posted 18.11.2019)
I can see straight through you
He said
Your truth isn’t so hard to find
There’s no way you can navigate
She said
The grey areas of my mind
“I wish neither to possess nor to be possessed. I no longer covet ‘paradise’. More important, I no longer fear ‘hell’. The medicine for my suffering I had within me from the very beginning but I did not take it. My ailment came from within myself, but I did not observe it, until this moment. Now I see that I will never find the light unless, like the candle, I am my own fuel, consuming myself.”
– Bruce Lee
‘It’s so much darker when a light goes out, than it would have been if it had never shone.’
– John Steinbeck
It never quite gets dark
This time of year
Which makes the sky so pretty
But when you’re already
Struggling to sleep
It’s actually just shitty
There wouldn’t be any problem
If I didn’t wake up tomorrow
At least I wouldn’t be in pain
Or suffocating in this sorrow
Why is everything so fucking bleak with you
He said
Why can’t you just stop moping around
For my melancholy is lifelong
She said
And no cure can be found
Leave
this
place,
the
light
shape
whispers,
for
it
is
not
your
time.I’m
staying
here,
the
dark
shape
whispers,
for
now
I
want
what’s
mine.(Originally Posted 16.05.2019)
We can
never
let
ourselves
forget
She
said
That
the
worst
is often
yet to
come
For
crying
out
loud
He
said
How
fucking
long
Are
you
going
to
bang
this
drum?
Not much of this is pretty
Very little here is smart
Quite often it is shitty
But it’s always from the heart
Am I
supposed
to feel
something?Because
I don’tAm I
supposed
to thank
you?Because
I won’t
‘What kind of fuckery is this..?’
I
wish
there
was a
way
I
could
make
you
see
That
good
boys
like
you
Aren’t
for
bad
girls
like me
Even
though
I find
your
writing
talent
genuinely
quite
considerableReading
your
words
over and
over again
really
does just
make me
miserable
I
don’t
mind
Leaving
your
bones
behind
But
I’ll
take
away
your
heart
For I
think
you’ll
find
Its
been a
while
since
I’ve
dined
On
meat
so
a la
carte
Your
obsession
with me
will wane
one dayThen all
of my
troubles
will fade
to grey
I should
have been
more careful
with what
I wished forBecause
I never
wanted it
to end like
this at all
Go on,
Keep crying.
It changes nothing.
I got lost on my
eighth birthday.
Sometimes
I wonder
what would’ve
happened,
if I’d never
been found.
Batter me,
Shatter me,I don’t matter, me.
Clatter me,
Scatter me,I just don’t matter, me.