#writtingagain

[seaskye-17]

These were wrote by me images were edited by me got them from Google images. #poetry #writtingagain #inkexpells #demonswitthin https://www.instagram.com/p/BvHJWiYFd53/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=18j0v4q9izhy2

[mujersurreal]

Y de pronto lo entendí, no es quien te quita el sueño, es quien te hace tan feliz que te ayuda a dormir tranquilamente

[chunkychamp-blog]

Finally doing what I love from the very beginning. Visit theregoesmariya.blogspot.ae Purely mind expression. #WrittingAgain #FirstLove (at Dubai, United Arab Emirates)

[cyndiwords]

Choose.

The anxiety 

that comes from FOMO

is the biggest bullshit 

we’ve ever allowed ourselves 

to hashtag.

I obsess over the isn’t

and hold on to the can’t.

Hungry and longing,

I ignore what is.

I cheat on the present.

“What If” is my lover.

She only teases me

never providing a satisfying touch.

The idea of One

is too fucking BIG.

The idea of none

just makes me sad.

So I remain 

cradled by nothing,

surrounded by thought.

We cannot escape 

the suffocation 

of Which.

[greymasons]

#Writtingagain L.O.O.K Vol2. S/O to B-boy Nelo B.R.S.C stud.

[weedandthemeed]

The drunk choice Drunk is a mind set not an action. no statistics, graph, chart, probability, percentage, pros/cons wade out my choice. Only the “Drunk mind set” can decide. Countess hours pondering, wondering weighing constant questions that contradict themselves, circling back and forth. words scribbled on pieces of paper which probably acquainted to the same amount i had once spent trying to solve what X = when Y= x + X^2. An impossibility when you don’t have the numbers, past data, just like a beta its only a trial, half of the mile, leaving your mind inversatile. Just like the ‘drunk’. ironic. I took that drink, no fuel for the action, no time to think, blink. I decided.

Been a while since ive written a poem but here it goes. Give it a while for it to kick in and to truly understand it.

[ohmyjujubeans]

im a basket case.

messed up goods.

i can only love myself because nobody else could.

alone in a world full of life & joy

in fear that someone else will take me as a toy.

alone, alone is how i would rather be.

But sometimes i ask, why me?

maybe i see things in a different view.

boy arrent you glad it isnt you.