SeasonsI'm sorry summerFor blaming you for all of my depressing thoughts.I'm sorry autumnFor thinking of you as the time where love shoved a dagger up my tainted heart.I'm sorry winterFor spending all of your bittersweet kindness.I'm sorry springFor letting my insanity creep in whilst you were reborn in 2014.
JusticeThere's always a hero to counter the villainAnd the villain is always put down whilst the hero gets praiseSo why are people supporting me?
Dancing In The FlamesEverything I've ever said & done comes to haunt meIn the presence of memoryAnd I don't know how to rip its throat out so it can't scream into my ears any longer.I know I keep saying that I won't regret anythingI claim that I'm strong,That I won't bow down to any being because I'm 'independent';But hell,What's that ever done for me?It just reminds me that I'm a liarThat words I speak are laced with poison,But death only comes for me-Never to leave.Why do you think I'm calling myself 'Shinigami'?I mean damn, all this bad luck's following me!Maybe I should stop wandering into the darkWhere no one can save meWhere my cries can't be heard.But bad habits die hardPlummeting to the ground like a crashing airplaneAnd I tell myself that the place where I die is my true homeA sanctuary that can't be tempered;And I believe it.I'm twirling around in pure fireThough I hate the way my body radiates like a fucking nuclear plantI guess that this place is fue
Purple SkiesCutting my nails with my left handThe shapes are ever so crudeImperfect;In a way that I can't fight.Scraping my legs with a blade-Shearing never felt so demeaning,For etiquette among ladiesIs to lose ourselves within the essence of natural beauty.Staring straight at the mirror,I just see scarsFrom head to toeThat'll never disappear.Brushing my tangled hairStrands flutter to the carpetSplit ends running about the bird nest atop my head;Whilst I hope that all of this torture will reward me with love from the opposite sex.
PoetWe're often overlookedWe're called the outcasts,The strange & lameWe're given titles that we can't stand;Others think of us as losers who'll never get laidAs the ones who can't build our way to the top.Well you know what?We're the ones who can morph the world with wordsWe can shatter & mend hearts with simple keystrokesWe're goddamn artists, for fuck's sake.We know how to entwine emotion into the text that we bleed forWe carry the knowledge necessary to either destroy or fix our societyWe can manipulate your way of thinking forever.We're the ones who die for someone we loveWe're the ones who are treated like ragdolls by people we thought we could trustWe're the ones who have our state of mind fractured for all eternity.We scream our lungs out,Bellowing words nobody wants to hearBut they all know that it's true.So tell us,What do we poets mean to the rest of you lot again?
Broken PeopleIf the kindest people are damaged peopleAnd the most beautiful people are dark peopleAnd the people with the prettiest smiles are the ones who lie through their teeth so no one will worry about them,Why is it that I am not kind, beautiful, nor a pretty sight when I flash a grin?
you're amazing! | nishinoya yuu“What's this?”“I forgot what's it called,” Nishinoya mumbles as he ties the braclet around your wrist. You watch him silently as you sat down on the hard cement floor, your legs crossed. The boy upon you was struggling to tie the bracelet, and even though you offered your help, he shook his head and refused, and told you that it was his gift to you. Therefore, he was going to be the one to tie it. You weren't really sure why he was giving you a present, or what you did to receive a present, but you only kept quiet. “I think it was a promise bracelet or something. Friendship bracelet? Heh. I don't know.” He says, laughing a bit.“Oh.” After a few knots here and there, Nishinoya finally finished tying the bracelet around your wrist. You brought it near to your face, turning it around to observe it. He must have been very proud of himself considering the smile on his face wouldn't go away. Then again, Nishinoya was always energetic and smil
Could Never Be You (Reader x Any Guy)It was amazing really, feeling close to him like you did. He was becoming a best friend to you and that was something you needed. What you didn’t need was to fall for him; a guy that you knew you couldn’t have. It wasn’t because you were insecure or having a lack of self-confidence, it was more along the lines of the fact that he was interested in your best girlfriend.You couldn’t help but squirm when his lovely eyes left you for her as she came to sit down at the table. Couldn’t help but become sad when he would hug her and not you. You would never tell him though; especially how much you liked him and enjoyed the fact that he made you smile.He wasn’t yours, no matter what you did: wear the prettiest clothes, the nicest makeup- it was all for him, but when she was around you were just another shadow. He still spoke to you, but his attention was on her, eyes watching to see if she enjoyed his jokes. Each time she mentioned a type of guy she was in
heavy chest. dying treasure.I found the place where she died the first time (they say we all die twice).There were no ropes or razors or jewels of blood but I know she died there, because the apples were all mourning. I went to gather her belongings from the house and everything looked so normal at first. I don’t know what I expected. Suicide notes scrawled on the walls despite them saying she hadn’t left any, cracked light bulbs; the glass shattered like her heart, split-seamed cushions to match her broken veins, pools of tears in the ashtrays? I didn’t know this was what I expected until I noticed their glaring absence. My god someone had even bleached the toilet recently. Was it her? Did she look at the bleach and consider drinking it? I wanted to tell myself there was a smell of despair. That I found a single strand of her hair and cried over it. That the cushions still had the imprints of her elbows in them and the saucepan handles were still warm from her touch. But there was no sign of h
11.You can't hurt me with words.