Every Tear
Staring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
Staring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
War breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said here. STARTED: The second of January, 2018 COMPLETED: The sixteenth...
"menthols and peach vodka. that's what you tasted like when you first kissed me." musings about unrequited love and the things that come with it.
"our bodies may not be immortal but we are." [previously titled "immortals"] poetry #363
in which one lost boy thinks he's met his supernova but gets sucked into a toxic black hole instead. [boyxboy short story romance] ©neonblacck2018
(reading time: 5 mins) ❝ The chemicals consumed me. And then I fell in love with you, unexpectedly ❞ PPS: I wrote this when I was metaphorically high and drunk. Or maybe not so metaphorically after all.
Paper Stains; a collection of poem and prose. July 21 - #460** July 07 - #548 July 05 - #635
useless art ©2017 (yikes this is bad but it was from depressed 2017 me so, ignore it)
❝She was too busy to realize that he did see everything in her − too busy to realize that he still does.❞ All rights reserved @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017
"ill be with you, no matter what." he said when she was hurting, even if he hurted more
❝She was pain in the form of the one who broke his heart.❞ All rights reserved. @ o p t i c a l i t y | 2017
scraps and poems influenced by a girl who holds a grudge against this world. poetry #82 [copyright afterwords 2015]
Adj. describes a person of breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty. Cover by @allaboutoliver
poems I wrote to remember what it means to feel , as we live in a world of numbness and regrets
❝ he told her the story about how the sun loved the moon so much, he died every night just to let her breathe. ❞ {memoirs from a girl who didn't realize how much he cared until it was too late.}
"you always looked so damn good in blue." this is the sad story about how blue became more than just a color [a sequence of text messages and other things]
we are unexpected, unpredictable, and unexplainable. we are children of the universe, sons and daughters of stars. we are but mortal beings and we tarnish and fall apart. but our matter is immortal and ancient. a collection of stories about a specific collection of stardust.