I understand that what I’m doing isn’t exactly “healthy,” okay? I can comprehend that the momentary sense of euphoria is the result of a release of endorphins in response to the pain. I could get the same effect from something like running, or fucking. Yet here I am, all alone, exhausted from doing fuck all … Continue reading “Life with you wasn’t perfect, but it was only with you that I found myself grateful that I was alive.”
I think I enjoy the night Because it feels like The beginning of the end. I can use that darkness To find myself again. In the morning, it’s as if The broken bits of me Have become presentable, Even taking on the form Of avant garde art; A patched up soul, Center stitched heart, All … Continue reading I’m walking around without a destination in mind. I used to think that was a waste of my time, but now I know that I don’t need to have a specific goal so long as I keep moving forward.
Maybe you’re right, maybe I’ll never amount to anything. I might spend my entire life writing these poems and essays and novels and never get a single one published. It’s likely that the only people who will ever read my words are people who follow my tiny blog. I’ll never get paid for writing, and … Continue reading I have been spending my vacation reading through posts on WordPress, and I just want to say thank you to every author on this site. You are all amazing.
I’m not doing anything that should warrant such an extremely negative reaction from myself. I’m eating a sandwich while I finish up some work, but that last bite…it’s hard to explain, but that bite made me feel so hollow, that it was all I could do to keep myself from crying. I took that bite, … Continue reading “I can’t stop shaking, and I can’t change. I’m setting myself up with every chance at success, knowing I’m going to fuck it up.”
I love the sound of a car door opening, and the taste of orange juice after I brush my teeth. I’m a big fan of Indie YouTube musicians, and I can sing along with any Disney movie. I chug entire cans of Coke because I enjoy the tingling sensation it creates in the back of … Continue reading “I’m awkward, but only when it comes to the things that matter most, like not hurting myself, or laughing at the new scars I don’t remember making.”
WordPress reminded me today that I have been blogging for exactly 1 year. I didn't think this blog would do that much. I didn't have any social media profiles back then, and I was alone. I figured my blog would get 0 followers and nobody would ever read a word I wrote. But as time … Continue reading I started this blog 1 year ago. At that time I hadn’t planned on still being around after 1 year, but the fact is I’m still alive, and that has to count for something.
I like shy, cherry boys, Who act sour, but really they’re sweet. They slowly creep around the corner And go speeding down the street I like those shy, cherry guys Who’s faces all turn red The second that they see a naked lady And never try to rush them to bed I’m a … Continue reading “Nothing can compare to the feeling of your kiss, the friction of our lips slowly burning the red out of my blood, leaving me drunk on your love.”
You did not take anything That I did not willingly give, So I cannot, will not, Place the blame on you. I thought I was empty, That nothing remained Outside of tattered love Where my heart used to be. But I was wrong. When nothing remains, When all I can claim Is the … Continue reading “I miss you, but that doesn’t mean I need you. I’m still worth something, even without you.”
I can’t cry anymore. I used to cry driving home every day. I used to cry in the shower, and when I laid down for bed. I turned to drugs and alcohol to numb my mind, so I wouldn’t have a free thought left to drift towards my unpleasant past, or at least the unpleasant … Continue reading “I am empty, but oddly enough, this emptiness feels heavy…it feels so damn heavy.”
I am October’s colors, my skin the reflection of bruised peaches and burnt honey. I stick to all things green, suckling away at their breast, until only a shriveled husk remains, clinging onto skeleton branches, begging the wind to let them be. My winds are not so kind as to carry any calls for help, … Continue reading “I am October, Ohio.”