Broken Record Poetry

I just need somewhere to put my repetitive thoughts. Follow me for sappy rhymes that I apparently call poetry.

[broken-record-poetry]

My thoughts say you’re dangerous,

my emotions say we’re made for each other.

[broken-record-poetry]

Thank you for filling my days with sun, when the forecast predicted rain.

You weren’t my rock, you were my eagle, carrying me through the clouds so that I too could be free. Free to see the beautiful wonders of the world, and the limitless sky.

That’s why it hurt when you dropped me. Now I have to learn how to fly on my own. Until then, I will just watch you carry someone new. I will look up at the sky and think of you every day, while you quickly forget that I even existed in the first place.

[broken-record-poetry]

Me: *thinks hypothetically of the perfect person to marry* nice

Depression: even if they fell out of the sky one day they wouldn’t like you, let alone notice you

Me: oh

[broken-record-poetry]

He woke up, confused and clueless as to what happened lastnight. Walking through the house he tried to recollect anything from the night before, but in the end became a bit frustrated with himself. Not even so much as a moment, or what he had for dinner.

With a twitching nose and his snout in the air, he smelled something delicious.

“Smells like it’s coming from the living room”, he thought, as his tail began to wag. He could hardly handle the excitement that filled his little body, and his mouth started to water as the smell became stronger.

As he ran into the living room, he immediately froze. His body felt as if it became stone, and even his tail came to an abrupt stop. To his surprise, what he found didn’t fill him with food or delight, but with something of quite the opposite.

Unexpectedly, it filled him with a sick and unexplainable feeling of horror.

On the coffe table sat a large box of a mostly eaten Dominos pizza, an open laptop in the sofa crease, and Netflix on the tv asking “are you still watching?”

With a twitch of his whiskers, and a soft growl at the back of his throat, he saw evidence of what he feared.

As he suspected, he had become a warehuman.

[broken-record-poetry]

Life goes at such a velocity that time itself cannot fathom it.

[broken-record-poetry]

I saw you in another's arms

Only a month we've been apart

You look happier

-Ed Sheeran, Happier

[broken-record-poetry]

So I sit here, holding onto my unexpressed emotions, hoping for someone to come along that I can to give them to.

[broken-record-poetry]

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I’ll find someone who loves me back

and forget about you.

[stuffman]

People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

[pervocracy]

This is 1000% more motivating than every preachy “real writers write every day” post on all of Tumblr.

[saltoftheao3]

Always gotta reblog the Two Cake Theory

[thewriterandthestoryteller]

The Two Cake Theory

[broken-record-poetry]

Having only one passion in your life is like eating one kind of food.

It’s unsustainable, and quite possibly dangerous.

-Broken Record Poetry

[broken-record-poetry]

Sometimes the nicest people,

are mean to themselves.

[vasilinaorlova]

let’s make no sense

[broken-record-poetry]

That guy climbed a fence

[broken-record-poetry]

“That’s the thing about pain, it’s easy to get used to.

Happiness is foreign to me, in which I cannot get acclimated.”

-Broken Record Poetry

[broken-record-poetry]

Two words come into my head when I’m with you:

Adoration, and insubordination.

I adore you, against my own will, against everything I believe in, and against what I’ve been told is right.

[broken-record-poetry]

Sometimes I wonder how much I do voluntarily,

and how much I do out of obligation..

[broken-record-poetry]

When you’ve spent so long in the chasm of sadness,

you lose trust in the light of happiness.

[broken-record-poetry]

I’d rather have skills without talent

than talent without passion.