Sour notes
Sour voice
Impossibility
Improbability
With sickening thoughts
I am nothing nothing nothing
But expired honey
Impossible but disgusting
And absolutely foul
But you
Yes, you
You're sweeter than honey
Sweeter than all sweet delicacies in the world
And so much more better than foul, expired honey
I can't need you
But I do
Why would you consume this sour honey
i am bitter
with a slight sour taste
not slight trace of true sweetness
all is artificial
a foul taste bubbles from within my lips
a wide gaping hole forming in my chest
the rope tightens around my neck
as i try to say just how i feel
its only bitterness
never-ending bitterness
all i want is to dance with you, love
all i want is you back, baby
we forget sometimes that people are
not always what they seem
they hide behind masks
shadow their identities
they grow up to be hollow
hollow and fake
disgustingly horrid
and potentially dangerous
violence can course through their blood
darkness entangles between their ears
passion for murder can simply grow
but what can i say
people are not what they always seem
glimmers of hope shine within
i hope you find it one day, my friend
the world dark and violent
your light pure and warm
i cannot tell you the truth
my heart is ever painful
so many words i need to say
but fear
fucking fear
it fucking holds me back
crescendoing into my anger, and my resentment, and my bitterness
and i need to ask
just why am i so bitter
why do i hate her so much
why did i panic when you said you loved a woman, real or fake
and why do i love you so much
the answer is simple
i’m scared and insecure
always fearing for the worst
and always scared that you will certainly leave me
i miss what we were and i want it back
but it’s selfish, i know
i just want us back
want us back
even if it’s another fucking lie
i thought we were meant forever
but this truth is wedged in my throat, in my mind, forever
~ the untold truth about us
violent bitter words course through my veins
the thoughts of hatred is what i’d gained
to you
to him
and especially to her
everyone who has spoken to you
must die
including me
bitterness grows
i’m unable to stop
i want them all dead
want them all dead
i’ll make them stop breathing
i’ll choke them
rip their spines out
gouge their eyes out
make them bleed
i’ll even clip off their fingers
i apologise for how long i’ve been absent, but i’ll fill up my queue once more
i’ll also possibly move away from yandere themes poems, honestly. it’s a phase of my life that literally made my mental health worse, but the one i’ve already written will also be on queue
mr morning glory has passed away tonight
the rose man spoke in the midnight light
mr gardenia mourned his dear blue love
while sir lotus pondered his years, alone with a dove
the lilies ran across the hills
ms bluebell yearned for safety and ease
boy dandelion wished for his mother
daffodil simply wished for another
camellia held their hands, a smile on her face
magnolia danced, unaware of tragedy
not knowing how miss amaryllis gazed and sang for him
and the buttercup boy had his mind laced with poison
miss daisy unaware, her heart will be broken
mr morning glory gone without a trace
gardenia wept at his lovers deathbed
as he thought of his vows
‘i’ll soon be back’
'please hurry’
‘i promise’
and in the sunrise
mr morning glory rose
and danced in the limelight with his dear lover
and best friend
i wanted to be your sunlight
gleaming down on you
i wanted to give you warmth
my comfort
no matter what it takes
meeting you woke a passion in me
i didn’t know how to hide it
nor how to express it
and i was scared you’d run
it hurt
i really truly loved you
lovers one moment
friends the next
it hurt
it fucking tore my heart in two
but i still love you
but i know
you don’t love me too
what if you never did?
i’d throw up at the thought
you’re too important to let go
my heart hurts
head hurts
bitter words left in my mouth
soap would wash them out
but the taste only got stronger
poisoning me with your sickeningly sweet voice
my emotions irrelevant
buried six feet under
but i watch over you
ready to kill for you
to die for you
you do know
what they predict of the sun, no?
he’ll grow
and grow
then burst
his impact swallowing and destroying
the celestial bodies around him
just like me
just like me
just like me
make it stop
make me stop
so, let me be your sunlight
gleaming down on you
let me give you warmth
my comfort
no matter what it takes, my love
i’m running outta poems and kinda losing motivation and inspo
as of now, i only have 5 poems in my queue left. it would be great if y’all gave me prompts to write about! if not, i may end up going on an indefinite hiatus until i stock up on enough poems to post, haha!
if you want more info as to why this is happening, click the read more
- takumi
this blog was one of my outlets for my emotions, and was a place for me to share my poems! i’m grateful for all my followers, man! i only thought i’d have like,,,, three, not almost 50. it was fun running this blog! it was like,,,,,, it was my own child.
that being said, i’ve actually had this issue with inspiration and motivation with the queue for a while. i solved it by making up stupid poems on the fly without putting any effort into them. i knew that wasn’t the way to go, but i’d rather have shitty poems than have no poems at all!
this only made things stressful for me, though. tagging made me annoyed but coming up with poems was worse. i lost my inspiration and i was too depressed to write, thanks to personal issues. still getting them right now. as you all may have noticed, i tend to write poems vaguing about individuals. nnnnot the best thing, but i’d rather vent about it like that then slowly emotionally killing myself. too bad depression hits so fucking hard, i don’t know how to write things into a poem and that only makes me more impulsive.
i don’t wanna stop posting here though! i’m just not in the best position to stress over something miniscule like this. i shouldn’t even be stressed over poems!
i hope to give you more poems one day. i want to inspire, even if it’ll be forgotten in the end. this isn’t the end, but the start of a long waiting period.
sorry for getting all sappy, but i’m glad y’all are following me, even if you never read my shitty mediocre “tumblr-esque” poems since.
thank you for reading my true thoughts and my horribly expressed emotions
i’m nothing but a void
my arm a scratching post
my heart torn to ribbons
my throat all charred up
my eyes are like mountain peaks
from which rivers start
i’ve been hurting more because of you
i’ve been hurting because i love you
pixelskylines
areudirty
turnnoffyourmind
prguitarman
discoholicmusic