Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.But I can promise it is only the penultimate.There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.My longing for you has gone on so long.To imagine me without it would be madness.I always imagined you were to far gone.Now do I reply? What do you say?When happiness is a step away.Behind a door.But behind that door.Could be despair just as easily.How do I step forward,When It could snap the only string,that's keeping me together.
My First KissWalked right into the roomand saw her standing there.Her face filled with gloom,touching her lovely hair.Not wanting to be distant,I asked if she was fineand right there, in an instant,she put her lips on mine.
Bisexuals aren't a part of the LGTB CommunityBisexuals aren't apart of the LGTB CommunityI don't know what to say, or how to put it.But the statement above holds powerful meaning.A negative connotation, a spit of hatred.And because of that title, I take it that you're now reading.Then take it from the boy,who felt love for males, but at the same time,felt comfort when a girl ran her hands through his hair.Or take it from the girl,who loved the touch of her same sex,but perhaps sometimes, she'd prefer a boys kiss instead.And take it from those, who identify as “Bi”who are shunned or looked down upon,by those they believed they could rely on.And those who raise an eyebrow, who are againstLGTB, those who scorn at the name of bisexual,who practically scream “get away from me”.So where is their place, if you are reluctant to accept them?Does their sexual preface offend you that much,to the point where you are like the ones, who insult them and such.If you are LGTB, and you are currently read
Golden AfternoonI long to go back to the daysWhen all was not stained these muted grays,But shaded hues of golden afternoon;I feel like everything ended too soon...Wishing I could return to the placeWhere you always had a smiling face,With fallen leaves stuck in our hair,And dirt that seemed to cling everywhere...Leaving trails through the empty forest wood,Racing to catch up, if only I could...Lost out in the middle of nowhere,When my heart is gone, you can find it there...Everything was shiny and gold,Never thinking that we would grow old,I'd take a nap and dream of bees,Lurking there, safari through the trees...The jungle cat would lie in the shade,Watching, as my dreams slowly fade...This place only exists within my memory,Yet no one can wake me from this reverie...It's my sacred secret place,Where I vanish, without a trace...
Alzheimer'sI loved her thenand I'll love her the sameeven if she can'tremember my name.
[Homestuck x Suicidal!Reader] Prolouge Sadstuck [A/N: So I poured a lot of myself into this guys... enjoy. Butt hurt people may kindly fuck off and stop reading this whenever they wish.] Every day. Every single fucking day. You wake up, knowing the same thing, feeling the same, knowing there is no point to this meaningless joke called life. People around you have lost all meaning. When you were younger, you cried over everything. Over falling, over decisions, over being whispered over. You thought life had a purpose instead of just waiting for death. People grew to hate you and you grew silent. When you were younger, everyone was talking about how life was okay and how things would get better and you believed them you stupid prick. They talk about how sad you can get over your friends ignoring you or being bullied or beaten. Now you see people as pathetic creat
Fictional CharactersFictional characters are who we meet,as we read the pages of a book.We fall in love with them,For their traits, and lives, despite not even knowing how they look.Chivalrous, courageous, villainous and vile,We each pick and choose who we like.For these characters are more than you think,when a reader invites them into their life.Time and again, we’re told it’s fake,That the stories, and tales don’t exists.That the characters we love who fight monsters and dragons,vanish when the story ends.I know it sounds crazy, to say that for me,A fictional character is real.That I see him as more, than a page in a bookhe’s something that I can touch and feel.For many who read, create their own worlds,because reality is just too much to take.When life gets confusing, stressful or tragicwe feel like we just want to break.There’s no one to comfort us, not even our friends,nor family, can understand what’s inside.Because in actuality, though it
Love is not made, gained.LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.