two-way street where’s the beginning is this the end? my favourite folk song bitter but uplifting clinical but hopeful isn’t that the only way to be ? driving my bike down the unfamiliar hill it’s the holiday but why everything is so empty? firecrackers scattered on the ground i don’t know if i should letContinue reading “happy new year”
Tag Archives: poetry
winner
how to avoid the hurt but to self-create something more agonizing so you forget about what’s really aching? am i addicted to pain am i incapable of happiness why this urge to destroy every last thing that’s good? what am i missing why do you make me this way being in war with myself andContinue reading “winner”
Stuck
isn’t it better to live in the future where all your dreams become true isn’t it better to live in the past where all your pain runs loose i keep forgetting who i am wearing this forever changing shell, unhappiness dwells onto me like gum at the bottom of my new shoe my cat isContinue reading “Stuck”
happiness
how can your source of happiness can also be the source of immense pain? t.l.
train-wreck
as you were waiting for the right train to arrive stepped closer to the platform you did it unconsciously you went for the next available train that would pick up your rotten soul going somewhere you don’t wanna go but how could you get off it’s nice in here so familiar, yet so exciting theContinue reading “train-wreck”
live
things are left unsaid i haven’t made any progress no poem nothing to see i feel empty , disconnected, scattered . yet i still want to live i want to know how things will turn around so much more than ever more than ever. t.l.
burn
all this time i’m pretending a goldfish who could remember a whale who could fly it’s only October and i already wanted to die impatience, frustration i burn too much, too quickly the bright light is blinding it’s too much to take in then everything starts to blur i’m waking up from drowning again. t.l.
shitty poems
write shitty poems why can’t i be better i told myself to practice to read more books meet more people all but wishes all but empty promises. t.l.
the end
everyone is waiting for the ending but when it actually comes no one wants that at all. they said, they will love your everything your shame, your scar “but oh please, keep that monster far away from me i’m already too sad to deal with your shit“, they said. out of sight, out of mindContinue reading “the end”
antisocial
i’m not antisocial, i swear i crave human interactions it’s just that i want to die and it stops me from enjoying whatever is happening i apologize for being so disconnecting i am trying, i swear . t.l.
Tsunami of Words 