There are no words today.
Nothing terrible has happened, There is just Nothing to say. Urgh -Atlas
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Because maybe if I held you close enough
We would become part of each other And the black hole that appears to be in my chest Would be filled ...eeeeeeh -Atlas Your joy is the sunshine of my soul
And though you may not know it In your footsteps Flowers grow Why write poems about romance and heartbreak when instead you can write about your undying love for your friends -Atlas Farewell, little bird
I hope that whoever finds you next Takes better care of you Than I ever could You deserve it -Atlas My love will not heal you
It will not chase the demons away From the darkest corners of your mind Nor will it lift the world from your shoulders Or heal your wounds. But I still love you Nonetheless. Even if loving you is all I can do -Atlas My life folded up like origami paper
leaving only blank space An interesting description -Atlas And sometimes the world is like someone you love
It can change, But you have to meet it halfway One day I'll write good poems -Atlas I saw Jupiter hanging in the sky in a dream once
(It was much larger than the moon) And Mars left the solar system for destinations unknown But no matter who I asked About what this meant And what would happen now I was always reassured that everything was fine Even though I knew Nothing could be further from the truth. I dream about the end of the world a lot (at least, in the dreams I remember...) The thing is, it's never a nightmare. It's never sad, and it's never about death. It's more weird than anything. -Atlas And for a single shining moment
We coexisted Despite our differences Despite our prejudices We coexisted I have a spider in my house. I'm too much of a coward to take him outside and too much of a pacifist to kill him, so we're at a bit of an uneasy truce. But hey--coexistence -Atlas And as the waves come crashing down
around me I realize that I did not overestimate just how hard this would be But I stand firm, chanting to myself like a mantra or a prayer You chose this. You chose this. I am tired -Atlas |
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