I tried to be small
To fit in your hand,
Wound up like a doll
How perfect, how grand,
The rotting began
The more I played pretend
That smile on my face
As you raised a hand
The tear that strayed
Comets the great end
I tried to be small,
That alone I couldn’t stand
But I was all too strong
For your neverland
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I used to think beautifully
I used to think beautifully
Eloquent verses and lines, my every thought
Imagination perpetual
Elegance flowing vigorously through my every word
Magnificence so prolific I was considered lucky if able to capture a full thought,
Them all delicate and adorned with daisies
So fragile they might just shatter me
Now my thoughts are all morose
Serrated edges line my every thought
Every word is laced with venom
Thorns abundant but roses scarce
My imagination relentless and incessant
I don’t know what changed
I think my beautiful thoughts shattered me
I’m tired of being broken
I long to think beautifully again.
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Empty streets and bowls overflowing with unclaimed candy.
Halloween just isn't the same as before.
There is no joy when so many suffer.
The world isn't the same, that's for sure.
The lights are on but no one is home
At least, they do not answer
The world is at war, what are we fighting for?
The hate continues to spread like cancer
For those of us fortunate to sleep in comfort
Now the night falls and bedtime is near
Restless minds are still unwinding and hearts are heavy
For those who know only the darkness and the fear
10/31/23 DJF
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Crayons
“The world is how we color it.” —e.d. maramat | erwinism
On the walls, odd geometrical shapes of stick people and square cows and flying dogs telling fairytales and fantasies, the oldies not once bothered to decipher or unlock mysteries from little cave people who use pillows to build forts and fluffy castles.
Those tiny beings with their twinkling minds soon find out that there are places for…
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9:16 PM EDT June 15, 2024:
The Buddahs - "Lost Innocence"
From the Compilation album Pebbles Vol. 2
(June 9, 1992 )
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
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you pressured us to play Incohearent again now you have to live with the consequences
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Unveil this sacred garment of my soul
Rip at me till there’s no skin, just bone
Hold me in your arms and never
Let me go
It’s all I’ll ever be,
All I’ll ever know
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yeah to me it feels like the popular idea that John was homophobic/beat his kid(s)/taught them that having emotion makes you weak is just ppl choosing to interpret 'abusive father' in the shallowest most black-and-white movie villain way possible. when the ways he fucks them up in canon are so much more interesting and complicated.
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Free of This Distance
My heart is calling out yours.
One can hope never to reach the bottom of the cup filled with steaming coffee, lost in trance, luxuriating in a conversation wrapped in ribbons of evoking thoughts and decadent flavors. One second after another, the veil is peeled, unmasking secrets until they are naked and the heat floods the senses, charcoal eyes running against the seconds and face tightening…
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