Love… is the clock behind every other emotion.
“
there was nothing
in your kiss
in your smile
in your laughter
that belied
your intentions
but i knew
and i saw
and i didn’t listen
because you didn’t tell me,
my heart did
perhaps a phrase
would have been enough
to let me know
the timeline
of your designs
i would have…
Sentenced
matt-is-just-around-the-corner:
You point toward
the empty side of road
where ghosts
wander aimlessly
without end—
casting me out
to nothing,
leaving me for dead.
You play the judge,
you play the jury(the guillotine decapitates space)
and you just didn’t have
the courage to play the
executioner—
my sorrow now lasts
as long as these
ghostly roads
extend beyond horizons,
instead of a quick-clean
cut to the sides of
my neck
or a quick-clean pierce
to my heart.
(sentenced to wander forever)
My heart tells me this…
My heart is now aching, and I am feeling something is about to happened
As the truth blew in with great despair, of this thing called depression
I hate it when the world has fall apart, with blocks of colour monochrome
Buildings here and there, destroying our planet earth…
A poem.. begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It is never a thought to begin with. it is at its best when it is a tantalizing vagueness.
“
| — | Robert Frost |
I hate it when people ask me where I think I’ll be in ten years. I want to say that I have no f-ing clue but then I may seem stupid because apparently we’re all supposed to know where we’ll be in ten years. I have no clue what my life will amout to. Maybe nothing, maybe I’ll be a very important person. I have no idea and I may have to keep searching for an answer for a long time to find out what I’ll be in a decade.
I know you don’t want me now
But I can wait
I’m sorry I’m not perfect
I’m really not though
If you ever took me in your arms
I don’t know how long I could hide my scars
But I love you
Isn’t that enough?
If you can take the bad
I swear it’ll get better
Honestly
…
Describes me in so many ways
