People seem to never change when you want them to, But rather change when you wish they stay the same.
ΑΦΔ Brotherhood for life
I’m sinking in this pit of loathing
Trembling with disdain
Wishing you were here
But fighting thoughts of concern
For I don’t know what’s happening—
These words beg to make sense…
Yet what really is the point anymore?
Penis.
There’s some poetry for you.
I give up today—
Bring out the rope and blades.
Heart Stabber
Typewriter Series #394 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Till’ death do us part…
even if we’re not married…
yet
I wish I was ignorant,
so that the world could never hurt me
I do not fear death,
the darkness taking over my mind
the numbness of my body
Instead I fear pain,
the thought of you leaving clenches at my chest
each breath shallow and constricted
hands begin to shake
and my mind seeks the darkness
No matter how hard you try and how much effort you put into the things you love, life will find new way to tear it apart
Kiss my scars.
These scars that have buried into my skin,
That have buried into heart.
The scars that remind me of my past.
Lift me up.
Out of my hole of despair.
Higher than the tallest mountain.
Make these memories last.
Run away with me.
To the cool sandy shore.
Where we first met.
Away to our sweet escape.
Hold me together.
Don’t let me fall apart.
Help me to stay intact.
Mend me, even if you have to with tape.
The moment when reality comes and takes away what matters most in your life.
together we were one
a single unit
a package as some would say
but now we are I and you
two distinct separate entities
two people living their own separate lives
You were never really quite close enough,
Even when you were right next to me
I’m tired of being tired
depressed for being depressed
when will my time come
where I will finally at last be
happy for being happy
The moon shines proudly
unhindered by the passing clouds
wandering the sky like lost souls of the forgotten
“I am here to stay” says the moon,
“and nothing shall get in my way”
These loving arms stretched out wide
await for its other half
growing colder and lonelier
These loving arms tired and empty
wither away with the passing of time
growing weaker and impatient
as the days, weeks, months go by
