Ive written poetry for as long as I can remember. I love writing and i do it almost every day. but for some reason I never really red my poetry to anyone. I've decided that its about time someone reads it. I'm also not only going to post my poetry, I'm also going to post the truth. And whether you like it or not, I will only post the complete 100% TRUTH!
“I love you and always will”
Her parting words as she left my life in tatters. I’ve always considered loving someone to be a pleasurable experience. The giving of emotion in its true form. The wide eyes and butterflies. Feeling wanted. Feeling like existence does have a greater meaning. Colours…
I could really use a cigarette But don’t worry daddy I’m not addicted yet I could really use a plan B But don’t worry mamma I only drink tea Gonna quit my job and move to Vegas Tattoo my body and loose ten pounds I could really use a bed But don’t worry brother I’m not dead Yet I could really use a beat But don’t worry sister Ill stay on my feet Just look out for yourself You don’t need to worry about me
www.canipaintyournose.tumblr.com (Hipster blog)
www.nowhere-to-gonowhere-to-be.tumblr.com (Summer blog)
www.myfreakingchildhood.tumblr.com (90’s-ish blog)
www.liveasifyouweretodietoday.tumblr.com (Hope blog)
www.topukerainbows.tumblr.com (Glitter blog)
www.vodka-ad-me.tumblr.com (Party blog)
www.artandmusicandshit.tumblr.com (Photography blog)
www.for-the-rainy-days.tumblr.com (Annon. depression blog)
www.lovethewayhe.tumblr.com (Love blog)
He has lost all hope.
the simple task to pick a paper of the ground is not doable.
and everyone he loves has left him.
the only thing he can rely on is is music.
he gets away from it all with drugs.
but it still sits there in the pit of his stomach.
and dont try to tell him that it does,
hes got a temper.
it will always be there.
you cant get rid of the pain by using anger.
he needs to see it.
he swears.
he drinks.
he smokes.
he drives.
he needs help.
