Nothing seems to work
Nothing fruitful comes from my existence
Nothing seems to thrill me no matter how hard I try
A face it grows still pondering
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Nothing seems to work
Nothing fruitful comes from my existence
Nothing seems to thrill me no matter how hard I try
A face it grows still pondering
Older and blind
I am back!! i havnt been on in awhile now BUT im back!! =)
where do we go?
Where do we run to? its so far away trapped in a bottle, with empty remains Where do we run to?, you know were insane where do we go? Where do we run to, when we all go away. Trapped in a box with no where to go I am uncertain,the feelings I show. I twist and don’t care about you.. no Where do we run to? Were so far away. You’ll give me no warning. Or pieces of clay Where do we run to? With nothing to say. ….. Nothing to say
Where do we run to,Were so far away. Watch in the hollows, the secrets you play. Where do we run to?There's no better way. Where do the pieces....burn away? Where do we go? Free to be me,i can be free to be me. Free, free, i can be free to be me.
i wonder
I wonder do ya know i think about you? when im around you, im a blunder and my lips just move i have to look at those eyes every time you walk by and i dont even know why. i wonder what might this be. i wonder because i slap my hand and say to back away. but when i see your face, i really think i could talk to you all day. its something weird i guess
dopamine
okay. so let me get this straight its just dopamine running through your head we will break this down slightly in a molecular spread its just dopamine running through your head making you feel happy with a chance of lost dread
such a small substance released to my brain when i see her makes my adrenaline rise and my eyes start to seek her i really don't understand why its happening to me
im not sure why i look, im not sure why im even trying every other time it hard straight off the start-line so why would it be different this time.
feelings unwind, maybe im just older and scars intertwine but for some damn reason my mind just likes to race. a lil bunny running through my head screwing with my gardens and complicating things
i wonder because it seems to different, i wonder do i back off? do i prove myself the best i can? im a simple man, with absolutely no plans cat and mouse dopamine confusion frustration adrenaline such a small substance released to the brain
pasteurized.
When does it leave? This constant slam on sanity, is but intrepid with goals in relation to a dream. When did it leave? Did it ever really live at all? The consistent slam of paddles on sanity's stream drifting far off course.
"Fuck" I can dream. I can dream to let myself go. These visions unseen,til the eyes close.
Am I reliving a dream, or am i living a life? Is this water clean? Will i drowned tonight? It all just seems so out of sight, This constant slam on sanity throughout the darkened night.
Peering out into the world through glazed glass eyes Am i in to deep? Dreaming that the world's not being pasteurized. Far past my eyes? Should i just scrutinize? Just fall asleep dear boy.
to be is not the question
i dont wanna talk about it, but if you really must know ill tell you anything you ask me, ill teach as so. ya see ive been here for awhile,and ive touched the painted glass once or twice ill show you gates to knowlage,there completely in your grasp and sight
something strange your conjecture
it has poured your human body into a mold it everyday wires your brain as your sold do you forget to the see the beauty that sits around because these sights and sounds are much more profound
you see the knowlage just comes to you by asking the right questions, answers come true. promptly some ignore the fact that it just appeared came to your mind from an blind eye in a long lost dry tear.
in fact your brain just said hey here is some food for thought the power all around gives a balance long sought not a force to be wreckened with but a field to be thought in the lies and the rhetoric of everyday thought some can even see through that eyes theyve lost power incite energy of thought sits right up here beyond your lil loft
you see if a human is a human and a being is a being. do you wish to live your life being truley unseen.
to be is not the question, to be is just that. a being in perception in the mirrors reflection, answers observed in thoughts dont lose yourself or you will see im more than just a thought i am power to you , your immortal self. the connected consciousness rest your eyes, rest your mind. release and separate. a being is different than the moral that resonates
i dont wanna talk about it, but if you really must know ill tell you anything you ask me, ill teach as so. ya see ive been here for awhile,and ive touched the painted glass ill show you gates to knowlage,there completely in your grasp
i ran my mouth again
i guess i threw it away, right out the window i raised my mouth again , i let my lips drool i laid it down for you, real fucking old school by this time you should've of learn the golden rule!
do unto others as others do you or youll get knocked down, you got nothing to prove
i dont give a fuck about your doubts. act humble, cant let it out? just pout from a dripping spout, insecurities offer you nothing but obscerities
just a fool
i wish that poor girl luck hope those wrists aint struck from a loss in trust, in privacy,unjust
i dont give a fuck about your doubts. act humble, cant let it out? just pout
just a fool ,
do unto others as others do you or youll get knocked down, you got nothing to prove you play a sad fucking game and pissing me off dont wanna hear any more obliterate thoughts do you think youve won? or lost? your full of such garbage thoughts you play a sad fucking game and pissing me off i let my lips drool i raised my mouth again , i let my lips drool i ran my mouth again
Cry me a river
"We the willing, led by the unknowing, are doing the impossible for the ungrateful. We have done so much, with so little, for so long, we are now qualified to do anything with nothing."
cry me a river,cry me a lake, gift me an ocean and drowned in its wake for fuck sake
why dont you Cry me a river and build me a boat. Are there fish in this water? i ask why do you gloat? positive or negative, one or two? zero fucking empathy for the stupid ones
swim in the waters of your own dismay youll find yourself lost in its wake fish swim by they dont seem to care. about your fucking problems that you do bare
childish trying to get your way just another soft slug on display you kinda hate me? i dont give a fuck you drown your sorrows in fucked up stuff.
cry me a river,cry me a lake, gift me an ocean and drowned in its wake for fuck sake you fucking pansy
what you get is what you give. what you give aint what you get place the bet and roll your dice hope that it turns out alright
zero fucking empathy your a fucking pansy childish to get your way,you kinda hate me? cry me a river,cry me a lake, gift me an ocean and drowned in its wake for fucks sake
Forcefed
and here we go again, the endless process restrained brought back to life again intrepid fields of nonsense guns loaded, the fear, but dead force-fed your life again
one stage to mend the nonsense one stage to guard the pain valor of conscious objects value the seed,your name in cycles feeling lonely and driven fucking insane
forgetting the pain. im getting hungry again force-fed these lies upon us my history's long from dead my history's cast in lead laid on a bed,trapped in a head something will save me from this thought flying instead,prying ahead,slashing the though the fucked up thoughts in my head breaking again,this puzzle dont end ill pick up these pieces and fucking paint it again
these walls but a fact your trapped in a sac set to only hold you back and they just gave me some more4 shit to ease the pain and they just gave it you yeah some more bullshit to ease the pain. its fucking insane force-fed lies again read the contents fucking on the last page
force-fed lies fucking nonsense
this is all related to humanity, brought back from burned humility contained to best believe whats good is what they eat to owe another favor is but an std to eat the fruit of labor is but your destiny
another black prospect another lost day fucked lost concepts on display and by the way, on every fuck it kinda day remember happiness isn't insanity
remember happiness isn't insanity brought back from burned hostility contained you best believe the meat is rotten to owe another favor is but an std but to eat the fruit of labor is but your destiny force-fed all day!are you hungry?
its been awhile
hello my friends its been too long, now for more poems!
in the cross hairs. the eye that sees the night is a prospect of blood driven spite laid in concepts of steel and sand chains around the neck of every human so whats this mean to you ill let you hear the story of gloom and doom
fluoride driven through your veins to help numb the pain blinded one eye thats never seen the light of day, given a blackened patch to dream drowned in medications stream say goodbye to the being of instinct as you walk in the waters of human trust you step of the line of unmoral fuss
blinded full of dreams except your not allowed to live them whats left inside is a prospect of disease they give them lost hopes arrived thanks to the medication nation now lost in time dependency is lethal injection an endless rhyme of moral beings separation "lets take him in boys" he bound to pay a fine, our pension they caused the pain and now you take the pills they dont ail you that hallow your will
propaganda shoved down the throats of sheep i will not stand here and be forgotten in sleep the being strong enough to cast its show from reel to reel, a loud fucked squeal this i know. like the explosion of nothing to life fear and loathing a cloth sowed tight take your pills now, do you feel happy?
they come to bury you and steal your dough they eat your happiness to feel bestowed now drink up son youve only gone so far before you lose your sanity remember the touch of outer prospects and potential beliefs lust because theyll even charge you if you stand on the street
force fed
and here we go again, the endless process restrained brought back to life again intrepid fields of nonsense guns loaded, the fear, but dead force-fed your life again
one stage to mend the nonsense one stage to guard the pain valor of conscious objects value the seed,your name in cycles feeling lonely and driven fucking insane
forgetting the pain. im getting hungry again force-fed these lies upon us my history's long from dead my history's cast in lead laid on a bed,trapped in a head something will save me from this thought flying instead,prying ahead,slashing the though the fucked up thoughts in my head breaking again,this puzzle dont end ill pick up these pieces and fucking paint it again
these walls but a fact your trapped in a sac set to only hold you back and they just gave me some more4 shit to ease the pain and they just gave it you yeah some more bullshit to ease the pain. its fucking insane force-fed lies again read the contents fucking on the last page
force-fed lies fucking nonsense
this is all related to humanity, brought back from burned humility contained to best believe whats good is what they eat to owe another favor is but an std to eat the fruit of labor is but your destiny
another black prospect another lost day fucked lost concepts on display and by the way, on every fuck it kinda day remember happiness isn't insanity
remember happiness isn't insanity brought back from burned hostility contained you best believe the meat is rotten to owe another favor is but an std but to eat the fruit of labor is but your destiny force-fed all day!are you hungry?
my definition of poetry
Poems are the concrete translation of the abstract, The feelings and emotions, Thoughts and philosophies. Of the poet. . . It is written, It is painted, It is recorded in some way. . . \Poetry is the sunrise and sunset, A baby's smile, a lover's touch, Even a stormy time, All things powerful, All things emotional, All things personal.
thoughts of a common age
Listen. So forth it comes. Nothing that may be seen. Nothing that may be heard. No sense but the mind may comprehend its, Genius. A mind without form. House without home. Spawn of a Time. Spawn of a Beast. The Idea. The Idea of the Time. Philosophy of the Age. A corrupting message of hate and rampage.
detached
one more time ive stepped beyond the cracks ive found my hole,my home. i left a thousand years ago to tend million minds into dream and thrill but no body or self. its not for show when feelings arise, your old self does not die, a desire to crawl beyond the ashes lives please bail me out ! someone will need to help me,send forth the sovereignty ,hold the ground as their fields grow seeds of conformity,
now then whoever seeks this form from me, i bid you goodbye , never live in a box after the tears you cry , several people fall who are on the rise. your eyes wont change me tonight. ,sipping on life from the water ive taken , now is this mirror shy.? never really alive? will i see you when my sun does rise on the other sides. ,keep me settled and down,
on the full covered moon i had touched the ground all these years,in chains now unbound loving the taste of the night, feed me this fever, ill live in colored ash' of compatible woes now detached