A little bit of poetry, very short stories, one liners, and a lot more rambling really. My very pretentious word vomits. Enjoy
should've just named this random shit ngl
Book of poems, all written by me.
Just a way to help my scattered brain.
"I'm a wanderess,
I'm a one night stand,
Don't belong to no city,
Don't belong to no man,
I'm the violence in the pouring rain,
I'm a hurricane."
-Halsey.
Poems from the heart of the sick and the wicked. Songs sung from the lips of the damn. Lay in a night of perpetual repeating rumination. Those with the minds of the weak die while those who remain still, continue a lift of never-ending abyss.
.... i think i was a il bittle faded when i wrote this;which is very unlike me,frustrated yet hopeful about someone i was into and felt a connection with...but i dont remember...lol. Intense feelings of longing took over and i just word vomited and this is what came out after some refinement at a more sober time. (oct 7/16?)
this started out as a not at all serious poetry book but then i realized that i hate myself and my life just enough to be a mediocre at best poet
most of this is just a word vomit since most of the time i don't know how to articulate the things that im feeling so here i try and figure out just what is going on inside me
enjoy?
I lost.
The moment I realized.
I liked you more.
Than myself.
**WARNING: DRAMADRAMADRAMA!~**
This is only an outlet made to be extremely emotional and dramatic.
Don't take it to heart.
This is going to be a collection of my before bed thoughts. Often times I'll be laying in bed thinking and I'll grab my phone and start typing. All of these thoughts are raw and unedited. Basically whatever words decide to spill out is what I write down.
I write these at my lows and highs. Sometimes they mean something, sometimes they don't. It's not really poetry, just a jumble of emotions and feelings...
We don't talk about the cover photo in this house.😳