new year, new me lies it is difficult to break old habits i will try and keep trying but i do know that it is impossible
Category Archives: dishonored philosopher
judgment
i hope no one ever reads this book of poems or whatever it may be in its complete form bot because of errors But because i can already feel their judgement on me
revenant
my hearts beats with the drums of war these glassy eyes reflect a soul, battered, torn yet somehow beautiful this mind echoes the legends and myths of those long dead and these limbs shake with a rage that rattles all who witness only a physical death can end me now because everything else is dead
men, dear, not boys
i dream of boys men with lips dripping with the honey of truth rather than the sting of lies
a thousands crowns is not enough
you deserve a crown for dealing with a person like me
we are dangerous…to ourselves
the emotions of teenage girls are dangerous things
ruse
i call myself a queen i believe myself to be a queen above men and women the problem is I want to be that and am I now? no.
poet
i am not a poet poets do not cry like i do poets do not beg for attention like i do poets are not friends with darkness like i am the great poets are eloquent and proper i only spit pretty words and i only pretend to be proper
existence
i imagine conversations when my eyes are half closed and i force reality away for one more moment conversations that will never exist just like everything else that brews in this wild mind
writer’s curse
i only write when it is dark outside and when I am guilty and need relief
a poet's confessional 