Tw- nothing but my stupidity for 5 minutes
Editing Zodiac here- YES THERE IS A WARNING YES ME I KNOW I'M ACTUALLY DUMB
Tw- Talks about Death
The night sky is full of stars yet so empty
Kinda like the ocean
Full of ocean life but empty
But why is life empty when it's full of commotion?
Sure it's 1:30 a.m but why not spend another night sleepless
It's doesn't matter anyway
My room is mess
But why does that matter when one day I will decay
But this isn't about me
It shouldn't be it should be able animals and nature maybe space
Maybe fantasy stories or about the sea
Or maybe what pops into my mind when I look at a stone face
The world looks gray
Why?
It doesn't matter if it's night or day
Everything looks so lifeless and dead but that's what this world is full of, death.. it's not worth a cry
It's not worth anything really or is it?
The world might be something more than I see
Maybe something will happen from where I sit
Or I'll travel to my imagination with live version of my plush cats and bee
I could just read a book or do art
But do i feel like having the thoughts of not being good enough?
But it's my shitty work is only a start
Maybe I'll get better and be able to write better things and make more stuff
Or not
Maybe I'll stop
I'll leave my work to rot
Unread and left to drop
Many possibilities and endless realities with ends
The questions and theories I've made
Maybe one day I'll share them with my friends
Or like everything else my soul will fade
This may seem negative but it's nice
It's nice to write about thoughts that come into my head
It's like rolling a dice
You never know what number or event it'll be but it's better than being dead
Sure everything sucks
And it always will
But we have birds and ducks
Yet everything is so strange.. no rain.. no wind everything's still
the silence is loud
Why is something silent loud
Is it a chance for all voices crowd?
Why does it sound like it's raining when it isn't.. it's calm
Or why does it sound like someone is talking to me when hey aren't
Yet my motivation leaves yet again
Nothing but something to end
My thoughts emptied out on digital paper for any to see
As strange as the sky and sea
Or maybe childish and dumb
Or possible interesting
It's strange how people look at things isn't it?
Like you can't disagree with a child without them having s fit
Life is a strange thing
Why do we focus so much on making a mark on the world when one day no one will remember it
Most things past ones did was undone and destroyed or forgotten
Maybe it's for the satisfaction
Maybe it's for the fame
We have destroyed this planet
We fear small things like the dark
But we don't focus on bigger matters
Life indeed confuses me
Simple changes are avoided
Maybe they aren't simple
Maybe they're too expensive but why should that matter?
We spend so much money on other things.
But they make life worth living
Maybe that's the way of life
Always having something to look forward too
Like a video or a book
TV show or songs
It gives us happiness
Maybe that's it happiness
Maybe that's why we spend so much time making our names known
For happiness
But why in this way?
Not in work
Nobodies work is perfect
It causes self doubt but also makes the work better
Happiness
Emotions are strange
Confusing
Interesting
Everything is strange
Nothing makes sense
Maybe that's a good thing
Maybe life was made to get us to look for sense
Maybe that's what we want
Or not
I shouldn't try and figure it out tho
That's not my place
It's only 2:04
And I'm sitting here writing about something
I've forgotten
Yet I could look up but I choose not too
I have no meaning to
Maybe this has no meaning
Everything has a meaning
Or does it?
Another night of questions
Another moment of useless obsessions
Another restless night
Another soul leaving the light
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Poems of an Interesting Mind
FantasíaHello you have come upon my poems. My poems are based off of many things, my stories, dreams, an object, real events, or even scenery. I try to make my poems rhyme but some won't. Also please don't steal any of my poems I worked very hard on them. ...
