Misplaced Lens Cap
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if i look back, i am lost
Noah Kahan
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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@sunshine-daisy23
I thought for a moment
That could be me
Shaking my head I knew it was a dream
These things you see,
Donât fall out of the sky
No matter how much I will it
Disappointment, catches one arm
Dreamy vibrance the other
Time after time jaded will take over
Then what will become of me?
The innocence gone, only crushing reality
And like most things in the relationship. Things are left unsaid. Unresolved. Swept under the rug like nothing happened and we continue on. Like floating empty particles
Ice skating
Thereâs something content about the sound of carving on the ice
Iâve been wandering around this earth looking for the scattered pieces to complete me.
The search grow ever so lonely.
Finding incomplete pieces.
Finding ones and trying to make them fit.
When all along, my journey was to align and complete myself.
All this space between has left us in an empty abyss of stars and black sky. The details have become nothing but a blur. I pray that one say we will find each other again, on the sunny side.
Palm pilot daddy
Palm pilot daddy you used to page me
You got so busy you started dissing me.
Now you got me wondering how many others you had.
Now you got me wondering if I even mean shit.
You got me calling you daddy, you ainât even my dad.
Oh palm pilot daddy...
Palm pilot daddy..
âLemme look at my calendarâ thatâs all you ever say.
You used to hold me in the night when we fucked it away.
Daddy, lit up my pager
Now heâs off to bigger and better
And got himself a palm pilot.
Dark Chocolate Almond Butter Cups
One last try.
Rejection feels better with an answer
Rather than silence,
Ghosting has an empty feeling.
A hollowness.
It has only been a question
âWould you like to get coffee sometime?â
One way exchange of contact info
I had been intrigued.
Not sexually, but with fascination, admiration.
A general curiosity.
Pathetic attempts stumped out trying to get your attention.
Is delusion based on perspective?
Like what I think is delusional and what you think is delusional.
However, everyone can see what you are doing clearly states you are delusional.
Oh, was that judge mental?
I thought it was a fact.
âyou were a flower that I watched bloom as I held you.â
â Being As An Ocean // Skin
Invisible
I thought being invisible meant I could hide behind my screen
Type letters into words.
Turns out weâre all a bit invisible
Hiding behind screens
Promoting an icon or tiny selfie as our identity.
Do we even know who we are?
Or are we more lost in the billion others who hide?
My attempt at making Swedish cinnamon buns yesterday! đâ¨
Bennett Young
Frauke
I remember you, old friend
I have this horrible pit in my stomach
Till it reaches me throat
It seems to get stuck and temporary made a home there.
I have felt this before
Long long before
This feeling I had forgotten.
Tears well up and run down my face
Retracting steps they have made before
The route familiar
I thought I wouldnât have this feeling again
But here it is.
My familiar old fiend, no friend of mine
It hurts
It hurts to feel this way
The not knowing, the unknown
Like being lost
Or sunken down into the abyss
A dark abyss, wishing the light would reflect from the surface
Vowed words of âthis wonât happen againâ
Now look where we are at
The same place, that was creeping from a lie
Clutching the pain located in the stomach
Shushing myself itâs ok, a sweet lullaby back to sleep
I wait for you to arrive through that front door
Another drunken night.
And youâre no where to be found
Tip toe sneak
Donât turn on the light
Keep your voice down low.
Tip toe, avoid the steps that blow your cover
Am I breathing too loud?
I swear I can hear my heart beat louder than it really is
Beginning to perspire in places I shouldnât
I see your silhouette outlined by the moonlight
Perfect curve of your back
Your chest slowly rising,
You must be in a content sleep.
Wrap comfortably in dreamland.
I canât help by smile at how adorable you are
Carefully I peel the blanket
Shimmy myself and pull the covers up to my chin
Drift off to sleep.
