Rants and musings

Hi, I'm Tay, and I write a lot of love poetry. IG just_call_me_tay1997

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down! We’ve been hit! Cry out to the sky And fill your lungs with air again So you can scream to the stars. SOS! Save us! Don’t ever stop trying, Don’t ever stop fighting, Scream and yell. Pick up your feet And run. The natural born urgency is dying. Light the fire, Tend to the flame, Mayday! Mayday! Quick before it’s too late. Make a scene, Embrace the chaos, Start a riot, Let your voice be heard. Silence Is your enemy. Silence Leaves too much room for doubt, For changing your mind. In silence, There is no moving forward Only a complete stand still. Only silence. So scream until you can’t breathe. Scream until you’re red in the face And your throat is raw. Scream until you’ve said everything You meant to say And then some. Scream until they hear you, Until they’re scream screaming too. Mayday! Mayday! We’re going down. Save us.

T.N.B (via myangelismymuse)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I haven’t got much time For words these days. The world has got me running From point A to point B And then back again,  All while jumping  Through flaming hoops Hoisted 1000 feet in the air. I guess you could say I’m a little tired. Whatever you do, Don’t let my cocky gait deceive you. I have no idea what I am doing. For seventeen years my life was the same. I had a schedule. I had a routine. I may not have been happy,  But back then,  I didn’t really know what that meant. I guess you could say I wasn’t really living. Now. Well, now I don’t know. I always considered myself Good in a crisis But I never realized that soon, Life itself would become One Giant Crisis. “Welcome to the real world,” Is what I was told. “Good luck.” So now it’s on to point B. Or maybe point C. Or maybe it doesn’t even matter. Who follows the order of things these days? Maybe I’ll just wander forever. Maybe I’ll find what I’m looking for. Then again, Maybe I won’t

T.N.B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I’ve broken all my mirrors. I don’t peer through windows anymore. I refuse to look at anyone When I talk to them For fear of seeing my reflection In their eyes, Because when I look at myself I don’t recognize the girl I see And she doesn’t recognize me either. I don’t know who I am anymore. A sister? A daughter? A friend? A lover? I feel like there’s something more Than what I see in the girl Staring back at me. I feel it just out of my reach. I don’t know how to feel anymore. Is it even ok to feel? To be emotional, Vulnerable, Is to be in danger And it might just be safer To paint your heart Fifty shades Of numb. I’ve broken all my mirrors. I step over the glass shards every day, And even though I keep my gaze Pointed straight ahead, I still catch a glimpse Of a confused girl Who is just trying To crawl through life And make it out At least semi-whole.

T.N.B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Empty radio waves. Deafening, Fatal, Silence Between you Between me Between us. No more. My ears Are ringing With the absence Of your voice, With the absence Of your laughter, With the absence Of your breathing Until I can’t take it any longer. No more, No more! I used to play songs In my head. Compose melodies, Harmonies, My ears Always searched For a tune for me to hum. No more. My ears search for you In a crowded room. In an empty room. In any room. My ears search for you. My eyes search for you. I desperately search for you. No more, No more, No more Of this madness! I call you. I get your voicemail. It doesn’t matter. I just need to hear You speak.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Empty radio waves. Deafening, Fatal, Silence Between you Between me Between us. No more. My ears Are ringing With the absence Of your voice, With the absence Of your laughter, With the absence Of your breathing Until I can’t take it any longer. No more, No more! I used to play songs In my head. Compose melodies, Harmonies, My ears Always searched For a tune for me to hum. No more. My ears search for you In a crowded room. In an empty room. In any room. My ears search for you. My eyes search for you. I desperately search for you. No more, No more, No more Of this madness! I call you. I get your voicemail. It doesn’t matter. I just need to hear You speak.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Empty radio waves. Deafening, Fatal, Silence Between you Between me Between us. No more. My ears Are ringing With the absence Of your voice, With the absence Of your laughter, With the absence Of your breathing Until I can’t take it any longer. No more, No more! I used to play songs In my head. Compose melodies, Harmonies, My ears Always searched For a tune for me to hum. No more. My ears search for you In a crowded room. In an empty room. In any room. My ears search for you. My eyes search for you. I desperately search for you. No more, No more, No more Of this madness! I call you. I get your voicemail. It doesn’t matter. I just need to hear You speak.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Empty radio waves. Deafening, Fatal, Silence Between you Between me Between us. No more. My ears Are ringing With the absence Of your voice, With the absence Of your laughter, With the absence Of your breathing Until I can't take it any longer. No more, No more! I used to play songs In my head. Compose melodies, Harmonies, My ears Always searched For a tune for me to hum. No more. My ears search for you In a crowded room. In an empty room. In any room. My ears search for you. My eyes search for you. I desperately search for you. No more, No more, No more Of this madness! I call you. I get your voicemail. It doesn't matter. I just need to hear You speak.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

One day I'll stop writing sad songs about you, Whether I let you go, Or you come back home, Or my demons Finally do me in.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I'm wearing a sweater During a North American summer, Wrapped up in a blanket That smells too much like me And not enough like you. Winter's seasonal blues Followed me Into a hot July And I shut myself into My room With two cats To keep me company And so many sharp objects To keep me insane. I can't tell if the shivering Comes from the cold Or the anguish Of being here Alone.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I still dream Of you Wrapping me in content Touching my lips Washing away The scars on my skin. I still wake up Alone.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

For my 20th birthday All I want Is poetry books, A sense of belonging, And a sense Of your longing For me.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

For my 20th birthday All I want Are poetry books, A sense of belonging, And a sense Of your longing For me.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I still dream Of you Wrapping me in content Touching my lips Washing away The scars on my skin. I still wake up Alone.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I still dream Of you Wrapping me in content Touching my lips Washing away The scars on my skin. I still wake up Alone.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Love is an adventure, Love is agony. Get me off of this ride, Get me out of this tragedy.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

Love is an adventure, Love is agony. Get me off of this ride, Get me out of this tragedy.

T. N. B (via ofangelsandrainstorms)

[ofangelsandrainstorms]

I’m not used to writing songs  On a train station bench  Alone, surrounded by people And twilight. I’m not used to being consumed  And drowning in sorrow I’ll wake up tomorrow  Forget it ever happened Forget you ever happened. If only I could, Lord knows how I try to erase  Those 5 years I loved you with all of my life I toss drink after drink after drink back I just want my heart back, But it’s long long gone. Do you dream of me While you’re still awake?  Do you think of me? Do I invade your thoughts  The way you’ve overcome mine? I’ll still miss you tomorrow  And the next day  And the next  And forever. And forever. And for always.  You asked for 365 And I’m counting down the days.  If only I could Lord knows how I try to erase All these days I spend in pain And I chase high after high after high  But it’s not enough. I’m not strong enough.  I’m just not enough.  Do you dream of me While you’re still awake?  Do you think of me Desperately trying  To live through this heartache. I’ll still miss you tomorrow, And every day I’m breathing. You asked for 365 And I’m counting down the days. Counting down the days. 

T. N. B. (via ofangelsandrainstorms) (I’m trying out some song lyrics. Let me know what you think. Also hi guys, I’m back from my unplanned writing hiatus!)