Anna You Fucked It Up

Uhhh gay,,,,, and a poet,,,,?

[plummythepoet]

Is it real what you say? The palyful I Love You's and how im yours and even the blind can see that there's something between us.

But neither of us is brave enough to take the first step. Both of us are scared of love and none of us thinks we are worthy of something so pure and true - there is no lust between us, only longing for someone who finally understands us.

[plummythepoet]

And so i died my hair a dozen times, tens of different color, and i cut my hair the shortest i could with your permission, although i still buzzed it at the back and i wear clotes too big, to hide my body and i have kissed boys and girls alike but girls always leave a sweeter taste in my mouth and i always drink too much and regretting everything so fast afterwards and i still wish i died all those years ago and i dont think ill get into college and i think she knows i smoke

[plummythepoet]

Your knight in shining armor is here. Sure he's not your average pretty boy who's tall and a bit tan, with ocean blue eyes and medium ash blond hair.

He's small and petite, with sickly pale skin, emerald green eyes which shine brightly with passion and determination and a hair so brown you'd mistake it for black. Under those mesmerizing green eyes are some freckles, which if you connect with a sharpie, you could draw out all the constellations in the sky. He has a smile bright and inviting- the kind that earns all the trust in the world in a second-, oh if only it wasn't so forced all the time. It is so painfully obvious you'd have to be blind not to notice.

But the world is blind. No one sees the struggle, only the lie. The dark circles under his eyes that are hidden by the thick rim of his glasses- he doesn't even need them. But its better than the never-ending flow of questions. I see him nod off in the class all the time. He really needs to get some rest. I make a mental note to write about that too.

[plummythepoet]

Arts in our everyday life is (in my opinion) just as important as eating or sleeping. You are surrounded by art every waking moment of your life whether you see it or not. It is on the buildings, the big screens, the radio, on the television. The music you listen to every day, the brochures and the magazines you throw away the minute you get them, and of course all the pictures you see on social media. It is all some kind of art. It doesnt have to be kept behind glasses and security guards to be able to call it an art. Art is poetry, a sad love song, it is a jumbled mess of caracters of graffity on a brick wall or on a passing train, it is a book, it is a bowl of soup, it is photography, it is a person and it is a god.

[plummythepoet]

There is nothing for certain in this world, only the fact, that everything changes

[plummytheprince]

I just wish our first kiss wasn't used for a goodbye

[plummythepoet]

You know im an open book

I wear my emotions on my sleeve

But sometimes you gotta read between the lines

And look under my sleeve for the hidden cards

And realise im not as pretty as you think

[plummythepoet]

If only god gave us another week and another sleepless night

[plummythepoet]

Sometimes I do have to wonder what it would be like to smell the roses from underneath.

Would it smell like the damp dirt that surrounds my body?

Or maybe like rotting flesh, a stench so strong it makes all the flowers absorb it.

If you ever come across a patch in a forest that is truly evergreen even in the harshest of winters and is surrounded by fungus, be careful that may be my body you are stepping on. You can admire it all you want, but please don't wake me, for I am finally resting.

[plummythepoet]

I'm such a coward for all I'm thinking,

yet I'm so brave for not doing any of it;

and still standing here today

[plummythepoet]

A letter to my best friend

Silly if you think about it

You are good at everything that has the word art in it

Even if its not an art you are still good at it

So how silly of you

To only want to dance

You wish to be more beautiful than Cleopatras play-

But let me tell you something

For some people dreams do come true.

This time next year we will be in those beautiful dresses doing the waltz and smiling brightly

And our hair will be up and full of glitter

-The kind that you cant wash off-

And after its over we wont be more than just some smudged makeup and red eyes because we love eachother so much-

Oh how i wish to see that.

But with the state i am im not sure if i'll see tomorrow.

But you

Oh you have to live long

To go to that university in france and get a degree and to make a little animation about me telling how good i was at faking smile

And how good i was at hiding my pain

That no one noticed me until i slipped up

But enough about me

I want to talk about you!

I want to tell about you to all the people so that you wont feel so insecure about your work

And how pretty you dress with all the unique clotes you own and-and-

I gave up on that petty crush i had on you

But let me tell you

All the times we spent at the cafe while we talked about giant-robot-lions and how wonderful ice skating is

It really was wonderful

Thank you

[plummythepoet]

The cold came early this year. Its the beginning of November and i can see my breath. 'Its cold' i think as i pretend im some edgy teenager who's smoking the pain away. I mean i am an edgy teenager with a lot of pain but i dont smoke; i dont need that kind of drama with my family.

My nose and cheeks are rosy from the weather as i stand in the bus stop waiting for the vehicle. 'Its late. And if its late im gonna be late too'. i love public transport bc it takes longer to get anywhere with it and i have time to be away from the world. After 5 more minutes of trying to dance the cold away, the bus finally came and i could get lost in the late-night-bus-life again.

Im not sure where im going but i missed my stop a long time ago. The cozy warmth of the bus doesnt want to let go of me so i stayed; longing for this familiar feeling. This is nice. Some sad music about love and loneliness is blasting in my ears while the scenery is a mix of black and warm yellow from windows or cars' headlights.