|I'm a 16 year old male artist that writes on my free time. Oh and I love video games|
Sometimes the person you really need is the one right in front of you. You sit there, surrounded by joy, thinking that it would be nice if things could stay like this forever. You move a little closer to her. She smiles at you, so you smile back. You two sit there together watching the sea. She says she hasn't felt this alive in years. You take a deep breath and say neither have you. She turns to you and you lock eyes. In one second the world around you fades and nothing else around you feels as real to you as her lips.
She's always there, just before I turn around, just before I look up from my phone, just before the elevator doors open up. But every time I go to look she's gone. I always feel her there with me. I can only see her in my dreams, when my mind is free from boundaries. Her hands are soft like silk, her eyes are made of polished Jade, her hair it weaved from gold threads. Her lips, oh God her lips, they are as sweet as the purest strawberries. As I travel from place to place I can feel your presence ever so stronger. Where are you my dear?
Look, people will be people, and people act in bullshit ways. There are people who will always be in your corner. They will be there. But some people won't. Some people will leave or abandon you. But you just have to learn that that's okay, because it really just be like that sometimes. But if people don't stick around, try not to hold it to them. They might have things going on in their life, or they might do it by choice. They might come back, they might not, but everything will be okay for you in the end. I promise you
You were my winter and I was your spring. I gave you warmth and love and you gave me cold reality and pain in return.
I was your sunny day and you were my stormy night.
You just need to get through it, I know I sound like everyone else saying this and you don't have to listen to me when I say it but just push through. You will just wake up one day feeling better, slowly realizing that there was no reason you felt that way, but you did anyway. None of us understand a good damn thing happening around us or even to us for that matter, but it's here, and we have to deal with it. Just find things you want to do any go out of your way to do it. Fuck the things you like to do and fuck your routines, these are the things holding you down. You will be okay I promise you.
Then hold that, remember them for that and let this new them die. Let the old them become a ever lasting memory. I know it hurts and I know that kinda thing is hard to do because I've had to do it, not only to people who are still alive but for the people I've lost. It's better to have the memories of them that made you happy and inspired you before they leave or are gone because it's what will keep you going in the long run. If we just let go and remember the people for the assholes they really are then we would have been gone long before we've met. This world is fucked, you need to save the little happiness you can find before this hell hole consumes you.
"A letter to my freshman self"
Time moves forward, but your past stands still. The only way to free your mind of all the guilt and pain is to let go of the things that truly hurt deep down. What made you then will never make the man you will be tomorrow. So drop the act, pick up the hardships, and own up to your faults. Because what use does this world have for a broken man? This is why you need to get help now, be the better man, show everyone who doubted you wrong. Get over her and please move one, because one day you will meet somebody who actually knows what love means. So just cheer the fuck up you beautiful loser.
You from the future
Numb, Tired, Weak, Isolated, and Broken
These are all words that never in my life would ever describe the person i am today, but yet again i am so different than the guy i was a year ago. As time grew older and heartbreak after heartbreak came in and out of my life i'm starting to question how people do it. How people just get up and walk it off over time even just after something traumatic just happened to them. How people can go one and find a new love even though the person that they promised will love them and only them leave their life. And last, how people just live a normal life. Even now as a person who made it this far, i still dont know how people do it.
As time fades so do you, what once was pain and open wounds are now just quick feelings of recovery and scars. Every thought and memory that now crosses my mind no longer kills me deeply inside but instead keeps me moving forward. I tell my self, "don't let someone like that back into your life and you'll be fine". What's sad though is that depression and my old suicidal drive was my motivation for writing, and now that she is finally gone my drive is gone. And I'm slowly degrading in writing skill, but growing majorly in more "realistic" aspects.
The winter days lasted longer than I wanted them to while I was with you. Minutes felt like hours and hours felt like days anytime I snatched a peek into your eyes when you weren't looking. Or when your radiant smile blinded me in the middle of the night. My days now are spent just wallowing in my own filth, isolated in my room alone with nothing but a bed to rest my dying body on, a pack of camels, a bottle of whiskey, and whatever life decides to throw at me next. My days now are just more spent reminiscing on the life long memories you gave me than living the life I once have known and loved.
Help I have writers block,
Hello everyone, I was wondering if anyone had any music or poems to help me
find inspiration to write a new poem, I will literally take all the inspiration I
can get haha. But if you guys can do this for me i would be ever so humble, and
even if you have nothing to offer then thats perfectly fine. thank you guys and i wish you all a great day.
Her words always spoke the truth, but I would never listen.
She always told me, " Don't be shy".
Her eyes always met with mine, and I would always watch them glisten.
But I was always too high.
She said, "I will never let us sink".
But I was always too lazy.
And all that went away when I took another dink.
And now everything just seems so crazy.
Dear Ezrin Stevens,
Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to say you have a nice name. I was also wondering if I could know a little more about you and your photography style. Like what kind of camera brand you use, lens, browsers, apps, company. Are you into street art or landscape? What do you do for lighting? Are you just starting out? Ahh too many questions, sorry....Anyways, I was just wondering.
P.s. I hear Virginia is a nice place, but what do you enjoy about it?
Your love, it was so full and pure. But by wanting me only made your heart grow ever so dark. For it was me who drove you away, it was me who brought all the wrong doings onto myself. We just wanted to be happy, and I was the one who fucked that up for us.
The days grow longer now that your gone, and the nights now are filled with false ambitions. God how I long for you to come home to me, for you to come back so I can say "i'm sorry for everything I have done". Your love is the one thing I can't live without, but i afraid to say that i think its time to move on.
You were the one who made me want to get out of bed every morning. You were the one who gave me motivation to keep moving everyday. You were the one who kept me alive while I was bleeding out on the kitchen floor. But even after every hell that we've been through you still had the audacity to cheat on me and leave me. What made you think that you of all people didn't matter to me? What made you think i didn't need you? I get that you're just one fucking girl, but that doesn't mean that i'm just some fucking guy that you can throw away and move on to the next.
How did we ever end up like this? We always told each other that we would never argue, that we would never fight, that we would never stop loving each other.... But when he was in the bed while I wasn't there showed me that it is possible to stop loving you, because you stopped loving me first by letting some other man take care of OUR, not just mine but OUR family. That's when you showed me a first hand experience of false love.
What exactly is happiness? What happiness is to me is a warm night with a bottle in my hand and a pack of cigarettes in my pocket. But happiness to most people is love and sex, which that doesn't even make them happy. Happiness is supposed to be bliss, but all that it is is a lie. A lie that gives people false hope for false accusations.
Her lips are so soft and sweet, they drive my mind into lust and love. Her eyes shine so bright even in the darkest of night, I feel welcomed and full when the gaze into mine. Her hair glistens in the soft candle light, I feel empty when its the last thing i see when she leaves the cheap hotel room.
no amount of booze or cigarettes can fill the vast void that you left in my chest when you left.
I am personally astonished with the way you work. At one time your sweet, funny, and full of joy. Then you become this entity that just willows away out of existence, taking my lover with you. Why do have to hide? why don't you bloom your happiness?
We don't live to see death in the end.
We don't live to find a mate.
We live to make a difference, To change the world, to be one of a kind, to be you.
What can't we see? We can't see the life that is ahead of us, because we are to blind to realize the inconveniences that we created. Like the wars and the genocide we have created, Everything and anything can and kill us. And my friends, that's why we can't see what we want to.
people say you get one miracle in life, mine was meeting Abby Lyn Smith.
All the houses that were built to fall apart… All the things paper-thin and paper frail
From a distance… You can’t see the rust or the weeds or the paint cracking. You see the place as someone once imagined it
“You will go to the Paper Towns. And you will never come back.”
I just want to lay you down look into your eyes smile then kiss your sweet gentle lips picking you up into my lap holding you hips as I kiss you neck. As you dig your nails into my back I rest you head on a pillow and lay beside you So I can look into your eyes all night, I just want to hold you while you sitting on my lap. With my hands on your hips kissing your lips that I lust So bad. I love you soooooo fucking much.
I just thought it was delightful and just a really loving thing to say so she must be lucky!
Guys who can depict passionate romance and disregard the sexual aspect for even a moment is worthy of a comment! (Personally, it's not just guys, girls are like that too!) So good job!
I just want to lay you down look into your eyes smile then kiss your sweet gentle lips picking you up into my lap holding you hips as I kiss you neck. As you dig your nails into my back I rest you head on a pillow and lay beside you So I can look into your eyes all night.
Thank you, you have given me the best girl in the world. and now she is mine, Oh and Thank you for making her perfect. she is the best g-d damn woman I could ask for, Thank you
Let the Kingdom fall on this place Those who have never felt Your love Feel Your warm embrace We will proclaim Your continuing creation Made evident by our many reconciliations The blind will see The deaf will hear Loving with every ounce of our being We are made whole as we draw near We will see Your purpose brought about on this earth Men, made giants out of pain and dirt Those of us brought up in broken homes Don’t have to fear, we will be made whole This world we used to view as broken Is truly a masterpiece in progress Set in motion by the Words that were spoken We can choose to stay on the wayside And watch others grow, while our spirits die Or we can pick up our tools and chisel away a...