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Cut from the same cloth Too alike for proper words What will lead the way?
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To the boy with the tired eyes, I hope that you find the success that you’re looking for because you’re killing yourself slowly, kid. You couldn’t handle everything in your life so it all just crashed around you. I never wanted to be one of the things that added stress to your life but I
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Too soon they tell me To be filled with such things To be so crazy
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I don’t know why I have given you so many chances We really are just strangers brought together by chance, connected through feelings Feelings that you cannot express Feelings that you try to repress out of fear that this could be something more than it already is Or maybe that’s just wishful thinking on my
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I never felt this Weight in my chest, brings me down This is my goodbye.
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This is me on the precipice of the edge. Anxiety slowly creeping through my veins. Exhaustion reaching an all-time high. My eyes can barely open. The filter replicates an ethereal atmosphere. A person trapped in between dreaming and waking. This is me shutting myself off from “reality.” The views don’t matter. The likes don’t matter.
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His charm disarmed me His smile captivated me Actions spoke volumes
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I have decided to dedicate Summer 2018 to a simple project – posting two haikus a week. Haikus are my release when long form poetry seems too tedious and I have so much fun trying to convey an idea in the standard 5-7-5 format. I know that there are other formats, including the original way
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A boy and a girl Time must be of the essence Will fate favor them?
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I really don’t know what to say because I feel the constant stress of sounding profound. Every moment has to be curated in this age of instant gratification and constant updates. I feel outdated and I’m only 25. The newer models are already taking the floor when I haven’t even been sold. That’s what life
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Trapped In The Margins 