Poetry Blogs (2019, sad)
I have never been a buttoned up blouse
I do not know how it would feel
To tie up the knots of your life
Around outdated morality
About the boundless nature of human pleasure
Lest ye be bound
For all your tales are wrathful woes written by irascible facists
Who cannot stand to see those who they believe are beneath them crawl towards the light
Enlighten me -
As to why I must always du...
Monday 11th February 2019 4:10 pm
I could fill the oceans with the tears I've cried
Or cover the entire earth with blankets of failed tries.
Countless times what I thought was truth became a lie.
Everything is falling apart, and I'm sick of asking why.
It gets so bad, to the point where I just want to die,
But all of this is nothing compared to the pain of goodbye.
What's the point of believing if you could never fly?
Tuesday 15th January 2019 8:27 am