Funny how hypocrits hate hypocrisy

And liars love the truth

And men who hate their fathers

Become bad one’s for their youth

And lovers are never loved enough

And listeners are never listened to

And all the healers never mention

That their hearts need mending too

And the friend that is a shoulder to cry on

Cries herself to sleep

And the boy that makes everyone laugh

Hides in the bathroom so h...

Dear Mr. Oak Tree,

High above the pines

Growing leaves of green and yellow

Free from all confine

What do you whisper every night?

When the wind sings

And matches the tune of your soul?

What would you shout

For all to hear?

If your lips weren’t covered by bark

And your eyes dark as coal?

Perhaps a thousand years from now

You’ll still hear the birds call

Your branches will still sway to the wind...

Torn are the mentality of artists

Stretched across a canvas like paint

Beauty is not without madness

Or at least the poets like to claim

Vincent van Gogh died at age 37

Tortured by his own mind

One gunshot wound to his head

And another great atrist had died

Beethoven drank too much

For his body to contain

Drowned himself in beer and wine

Until death called his name

Edvard Munch imagined things

...

Twisted are the vines

Growing in my chest

Cherry red and berry blue

Beating with unrest

Pulsing through my body

Running to my brain

Flowing red rivers down my spine

To death’s very own disdain...

They wrinkle their noses

Stomp on his toes

Tell him his ugly

Is starting to show

They whisper when he walks by

Filling him with rage

They taunt him in their middle school

His own tortureing cage

And when he screams his lungs out

And when he starts to cry

And when he starts to fight them back

All they do is ask him why

They kill him with their words of poison

Bringing pain to his life

And then t...

I am over you.

You are not 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥.

I have fogotten you like the ocean has forgotten all the souls it’s drowned.

I buried you in my depths, in the safety of darkness.

I will never look at you again.

You are as invisible as my hope. Vanishing just as quickly as it came.

You are gone. You are over. I am done.

I obssesed over you— then I misjudged you.

You may be nice, but you are not ki...

“𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐲...“

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I’ve fallen for you so many times that I believe gravity knows me by name.

If Issac Newton were still alive, he would ask of my discoveries, and I would tell him apples are nothing compared to me.

If I had to explain...

𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘺.

With her long, luxious hair, and eyes of golden speckled chocolate. With her toned body that all athletes dream to achieve. With her radiant smile that even the sun would be jealous of. With her paper white teeth, and her far too expensive clothes.

She is perfect. Perfect for 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

And I will never be her. You will never love me like you love Stacy....

Destiny

A depiction of me in your arms

Inseperable

In love

You tell me how you feel

Actually this time

And your lips meet my lips

And it doesn’t feel like a crime

And I am yours

And you are mine

And everything

Is fine

And then I wake up

Another dream

Another illusion of you...

𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦.

Perhaps I’ve lost what’s left of my wandering mind,

and perhaps I do not care.

Tell me that I am yours. That although we don’t talk anymore, deep down you still love me.

Tell me the words you never said. Let us be what we never were.

Let me have the opportunity. Even if I destroy myself in the process, it is better than waiting on someone that will never come.

Hold my hand like...