Masterlist
Masterlist
All of my poems in one place :)
wishes
ghost of you
buzz
what's it like?
do i love him?
let go
autumn
answers
hate your love
toxic
how much you meant to me
out of love
too much
time
curious fear
sciamachy
trying
idc
did i know you?
colours
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This dreary morning January rain Falling onto icy snow Makes my eyes feel Heavy and tired
Roads caked with slush Cars splash through Brownish gray waves And I fall Down into the sludge
I sink like this month This month of melancholy I am crumbling Into these dirty waters Let me sleep in them
Let me sleep until This downpour lets up Until then I am fatigued These rains Beat me into submission
“The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.”
— Yasmin Mogahed
hobbies: being asleep, getting ready to go to sleep, going to sleep, getting into my bed, waking up and realizing i can go back to sleep, sleeping, being in my bed (asleep), falling asleep,
Sea of Strangers
In a sea of strangers, you’ve longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
The arms that yearn to someday hold me, will ache beneath the heavy oars.
Please take your time and take it slowly; as all you do will run its course.
And nothing else can take what only— was always meant as solely yours.
- Lang Leav, Sea of Strangers

(suffering the clear and obvious ramifications of my voluntary actions) once again god torments me for no purpose but sick amusement