Maybe I can survive off this?
I am always in a struggle.
The pond in front of my bedroom window has frogs in it.
In the Spring and Summer, they tend to be pretty loud.
But that’s okay
Bean in the morning is the worst.
Scratching and clawing at the door of her cage to be let out.
Why can’t I sleep past eight for once?!
Champagne and Toast
Champagne and French Bread
Champagne and a friend
Champagne and a lover
I take a hit off my pipe and sit
to a different place and time
where things were good
My path is lit by small candles
to take me to my home
My home of peace, solitude, and
a place to be myself
I can’t really be myself in public, right?
Here I am
In my cozy bed
All writhed up around the blanket
Yearning for those couple more minutes.
And yet I feel a sensation
One that never brings joy
I must urinate
And leave my warm destiny.
Oh gosh oh golly
Make this go away
I stayed up all night and am tired
Why am I a fool.
This is getting worse
It is out of hand.
My legs are shaking gently
To show that I love this bed.
Oh goddammit. I’ll get up.
I’ll leave my comfy prison.
And sit on a porcelain throne
That will leave my body frozen from it being so cold.
Once I finish I will leave and walk back.
Here’s a thought
I can get coffee
And crawl back into bed!
Hey guys! I got some homemade poetry for you today. It’ll just be this post because I am SUPER behind on blog work. I love you and have fun!! btw these poems are kinda sad. I wrote them with certain people in mind and I wasn’t in a good headspace. They’re really short but whatever.
Revered is one letter different that reversed. Reversed is to change two or more things to be opposite. Revered is to be deeply devoted to something. How can you revere someone you love when all you is the reverse?
Devotion is a desire. If you aren’t devoted, how can you overcome the pains besides you?
Falling into an abyss full of glass and mirrors.I touch the glass as a mirror closes me indie it. My friends float off elsewhere, leaving me. Inside the mirror, I see familiar faces, yet I can’t see them. It becomes clear to me now.I am the abyss of pain. I am unhurt because I am broken. Broken by the walls that I trapped around me.
A Lonely Friend
Pain is a pain. It hurts everyone. We strive for the best, but the outcome looks uninspiring. We desire to achieve the best for ourselves, yet we are broken people. We are told to overcome that pain and dissolute sorrow. The pain is comforting though. You can call it a friend. But who would want a pain as a friend?
Hidden under my skin that no one claims. Hidden under a personality that others love. Hidden under a life I want better. Hidden under my thoughts no one sees.
Welcome to the first writing Wednesday, guys! I know how many of you love how I write, so I dedicated a full (post) day to you guys! Every Wednesday, I will be writing, giving tips or tricks, or anything you guys request!
Since today is the first post of it, I will be writing a couple of short stories, and some poetry for you guys. They should be coming out throughout the day. I hope you guys enjoy them!
Now, this is the area where I would be giving you guys some tips on writing, whether they’d be ‘how do I write this one thing sned hlep’ or ‘hey you suck’ I WILL ENDURE IT ALL FOR YOU. So, send in some questions or ideas on short stories!
I’d better go, then.
As I sit down to write this, I think What could go wrong?
There isn’t a reason why I’m writing this, I just am.
Yet, I feel there is something hidden, deep down.
Deep enough for me to realize that
it’s still there.
That built up hatred is here.
I take a deep breath and sigh.
My fingers are moving furiously,
enough to the point where I exclaim
“Goddamn, this Pokemon gym is hard.”
In your eyes, I see my future.
In my eyes, you saw your past.
Your past formed my present, my present that could have been different.
I could have been different.
You fought for your rights, your place, your home.
Your fight has changed my past, present, future.
Your legacy will continue with me and my family around me.
Cousins, sibling, more.
They will remember you
until there is nothing left.
I will hear your cries
to change my future.
To form it in your image.