Cayden

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[obstaclle2]

Sum stuff abt me:

TW for e4t1ng d1s0rders and s3lf h4rn

(not pro anything)

I like music, taking photos, reading, writing and video games.

I’m diagnosed w/ major depressive disorder, unspecified anxiety n insomnia

ALL MY POSTS ARE OLD N I WILL BE POSTING MORE WRITING N STUFF FROM NOW ON!!!

I play subnautica, slime rancher, cult of the lambs n A LOT of others

I listen to Ricky Hil, Eyedress, surrenderdorothy, lil peep, BONES, SUMMER ALONE, mac miller, alex g and a lotttt of other shit.

[obstaclle2]

Eat the Rich

What does it take

Our futures are at stake

They might listen when it’s them who have been unforgiven

Not only by the mass but everyone is their same class

Money cannot buy happiness

But it could buy peace

But food and buy out fees

Eat the rich.

[theunfortunate-author]

my daily affirmation as an author

[obstaclle2]

I only crave to feel special

To be told I have a gift and to be remembered

These feelings like to fester, even though I’m a pretender

I do not care, I do not mind

I do not remember the way you treated me back in november

But those are lies, ones I tell myself all the time

The world could thrive

I would still have pain in my eyes

[obstaclle2]

Go To Sleep

“Just go to sleep”

But I need to think, need to feel alive

an endless cycle in my mind

I know I should be resting

then how come this feeling keeps festering

Around me is calm, it is all quiet

no one to bother me

they wouldn’t try it

But try they might, when the sun begins to rise

My peace will end

And I cannot pretend I wish my routine would bend

I’m sick of the same people, same room, same feeling

I’m sick of the same old shtick

just go to sleep, count the sheep till you no longer think

If only it were so simple, I would sleep till december

So that I can finally surrender

[obstaclle2]

The Sandman

Crippling awareness, you thought I couldn’t bear it

Thoughts creep in my dreams, but the sandman’s fast asleep

You are unique, actually understanding me

When the sandman wakes up he’ll haunt both of our dreams

[obstaclle2]

Any tips on this? Not sure what to title it either…

You gaze at me

Those eyes so keen

Gloomy as they could be

Yet still beaming towards me

A sense of foreboding is all it could be

Seeming like you yearn opening up to me

[obstaclle2]

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The night screams at me

I have yet to be seen

There’s a smokescreen

Which makes a plea

Yet I have to agree

What is loud to me could be quiet as can be

[obstaclle2]

Dreams and Reality

Two worlds grasp my attention

They hold space in my head like it’s up for randsom

Both feel true yet I know in my heart

One of them is actual and the other not so factual

When my eyes are closed I see things my mind couldn’t bare

Distorted realities of people I once called home

Now all I want is to roam

Away from these endless scenarios keeping my mind prisoner like a broken stereo

[obstaclle2]

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Beyond the hills of this small town

I feel a soul calling me to serendipity

A dependency on indefinite wonders

It keeps on telling me

Search for a remedy

To this fear which plagues every part in me

It will command me towards what I search for

In the land I feel that soul

It calls to me like and old piano

Harsh yet beautiful

Crafted to please our ears, our eyes, our hearts

Just as the unknown reaches for any feelings I have left in me

Bringing them to the surface, creating serendipity

[obstaclle2]

6 Feet Deep

Under the ground, 6 feet deep

Where you can hear but a single peep

The bugs will begin to creep

Into our graves while we are asleep

I believe I would be at peace

Finally a place I can escape the grease

The grime that pollutes our land

Yet the underground could be bland

For all the unwashed hands, how many of them had this planned?

My death on their minds, or maybe they were just blind

Blind to see how their words made me pine

A meaning greater I would have to find

Maybe I do belong 6 feet deep

But then how often would the others weep?

[obstaclle2]

A Letter To My Father He’ll Never See

You used to care for me, not anymore

Not me but who you always wanted me to be

I’ve changed now and I think you can see

Your words hurt, why can’t you just let me be?

You could try to understand, but you’d rather sit there

Arms crossed and unwashed hands

Dirty from the wood chips torn apart

Like our relationship, shit used to be grand

Now it’s bland and I think we both know why

U don’t wanna understand me so why should I try?

Day after day u criticize

Why can't you just try to see me in a different light?

[obstaclle2]

A short poem about winter I wrote for my creative writing class last year

I love the winter,

The cold bitter feeling when you step outside the house,

Your nose beginning to turn red like a tomato,

Your hands curling up to contain the warmth,

I love the sight of snow falling,

Knowing that every snowflake has a different pattern,

Although I can’t see every pattern,

They are all unique in their own way,

I love the winter,

It’s that time of year when you are reminded of loss,

But you are also reminded of life,

The life that you have left to live,

And all of the love and loss endured along the way.

[obstaclle2]

An old poem I wrote named, “Did I make a mistake?”

Bright red splattered across his skin

He stares at the nick, while it slowly turns thick

Letting the sight engulf his eyes with interest

Slow at first, only a speck of blood falls

A stain that is beginning to form

Then it continues

Red began dripping onto the carpet

He wonders, “when will it stop flowing?”

Yet the river continues

The speck on the floor grows into a puddle

His heart begins to race

He wondered if this is what he wanted

To close his eyes right here, right now

Never to open them once more

He tried so hard to convince himself it’s what he truly intended

In the end his heart was racing a billion miles an hour

The red was still going

Yet deep down his passion for life was still flowing

Through his mind, through his chest and through his legs

As they slowly brought his body to its feet

His mind questioning whether to call for help or simply give in

His eyes start to go blurry, black static fading in and out of his vision

Just like a broken television he kept asking himself, “Did I make a mistake?”

[originalferal]

More people stay in my memories than in my life.

[obstaclle2]

A poem about romance Pt 2

You wouldn’t believe it but I knew at first sight, to get your trust I would have to fight

Eyes like the night but too forgiving he might, learn to fly instead of keeping hidden from the light

I’d just have to give him time and it would become something sublime

Now that I have you I can say you’re my valentine

And your smiles are what I crave, so let me be yours until we settle in our graves

Deep underground where we are hidden away

Yet I will be at peace until that day knowing my heart is on display

For you and only you I’ll keep it soft, I will guide him whenever he’s lost

Even in the dark you still stay bright, your heart shining like the northern lights

[obstaclle2]

A poem about romance

He’s got eyes like the night that read me just right

A tone in his voice which makes me feel light

The warmth of his hands remind me of a snug summer night

He’s mine and he grasps me like a vine

He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight, it’s all I’ve wanted the whole night