#rhythmic thoughts

[zabloingrec]

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[shamlesslyshameful]

He says go home

This is not where i want to be

He says go home

That he will eat me alive

And he is always starving

He says go home

That he cannot bare to be the ruiner tonight

He says go home

He will not warn me again

He says he warned me

That a part of me is stuck here now

He says he warned me

That he is ravenous now

And he cannot be sated

He says he warned me

But he does not say that he is sorry

[nothingbutroses]

Free Write 10/20/2020

Aches and pains can’t erase the gains. I will more than just sustain on the journey to attain everything my God has laid right in front of me. I know who I’m gonna be. It’s sorta who I am, okay? I know that I pave the way, not just for self; Progress with peace. All we need is revenue. All we need is family. I’m brushing off the residue to be the man I ought to be. My parents are lost, you see. I’ve got to be stronger. I no longer fear for fainted heart. There’s beauty in the work of art. I truly tell you, we’re apart of something greater. I exude this behavior when my attitudes adjusted. You know I’ve been accustomed to floating for sometime, don’t you? Maybe I’m anti-social, said the stater of the obvi.

[rhymingteelookatme]

i would rather look at funny posts until my eyeballs ache i would rather play ffxiv, til four a.m., awake i would rather take my coffee full of too much sugar and cream i do not care if it makes the lining of my stomach scream

i might smash a mug if i were not bothered by how it would make a million pieces to clean up, and also mugs are good they do not deserve to be destroyed just to distract my brain from the feelings it is having. they don’t need to take my pain.

i would rather jump into the sky and fight the fucking sun i would like to know if, when, and how my grieving will be done it’s not acting like i thought grief would. it’s glitchy. it’s too slow. i don’t think about it till i do. that’s not how it should go. 

[life-in-eminor]

I think I miss the memory of you more than the real you I sat in the presence of tangible you, touchable you…blue… When I’m awake, I can’t believe our dreams will come true But you, now you do, said you won’t try, but will do… All the things required to make we a brighter hue… So I’ll hold my hope, anticipate our better, a life anew…

eMinor