I write songs but no one listens I write poems no one reads A secret show with just one ticket these words are dancing just for me
Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom? to play for no one but the sun Don’t need the oohs and aahs of others at my eternal party of one
My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency but if you can hear me... thanks for listening
The thrill of writing a new sentence dreaming up syllables that sing Don’t need a chorus line behind me I found a friend in all these keys
Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom? I tell myself don’t overthink I pour out my soul to these four walls give them all of my secrets to keep
My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency but if you can hear me... thanks for listening
Am I moving forward or standing still? Is it fear of failing or am I chill? I tell myself it’s not that deep so I play in secret just for me
But if you can hear me... Oh, if you can hear me... If you can hear me... thanks for listening
why are we the villans ?
why not her?
why is she our mother nature,
when she has always tried to tear us apart ?
why are we the villans?
why do we think that mother nature protects us,
when all her efforts were to end us?
i wonder why
why do we assume nature to be on our side.
the silence is getting too loud. Stop it. I can't save me.
how am i going to rebuild myself when i dont let myself fall apart?
[FYI; For Your Eyes Only]
Good morning. I’m back home. I’m taking in my rolls today, in case you want to keep avoiding me. Message received I guess, not real friends. Just unfollow me, all three. It’s weird, the flipping, but I’m not tripping. I’m busy. No hard feelings. Take care of yourself, bee. I’ll try to take care of me.
- Living
Sometimes people leave you
Questioning all of your instincts
Because you thought you knew
You thought you felt it
You thought you could trust yourself
You thought it was real
And then reality stepped in and showed you
An entirely different view
A painful view
A view you do not care for
A view you cannot unsee
And it hurts
And it bleeds
And you need someone to blame
So you blame yourself
This is how people get lost
This is how I got lost
"i feel safe with you."
d.b.a
Good luck.
-
I've spent so much time being sad,
For things I should have held anger for.
Let me hear you say my name,
Beg for my forgiveness.
My absence will rot within you,
My ghost will haunt hallways you've yet to discover.
You fell in love with my mercy,
What about this rage?
I've cried my last tear,
And I am unashamed of the way I begged-
It is, however,
Your fucking turn.
x
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies