7 am Thoughts
May 12
Her every broken fragment ached
To collide with just one of his
May 15
In 6th grade, she wanted a boy.
In 7th grade, she wanted a boyfriend.
In 8th grade, she wanted a relationship.
In 9th grade, she wanted it to be meaningful
In 10th grade, she was a lonely girl refusing to admit she needed anyone.
May 18
Mikey doesn't like fat girls.
Mikey doesn't like fat girls.
Mikey doesn't like fat girls.
May 20
Crawling tendrils of ivy
Curl their spindly limbs around
The precious stone; a dragon tear.
In it's form is the ancient embodiment Of the last true justice on earth.
Death brought upon the thieves,
No ebbing mercy for the wicked.
He brought their deserved end
But now the beast lays in rest
A slumbering outcrop of stone.
His tear remains the only thing living
A pulsing, breathing drop of life.
But a drop can't slaughter evil
Which plagues the world like locusts
So the tendrils creep.
Slowly, hungrily, consuming the purity
Dissolving the earthly form of light
So it someday too will teem with life.
May 22
Your homework grade should not determine your fucking test grade.
Fuck you Ms Carroll, and your idiotic partner tests. Try and give me detention again. I fucking dare you.
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Notes
De TodoA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
