Ugh not gonna deal with this **** for much longer. Your wishy washy nature ****** me off a lot.

I have my own feelings about the turmoil this country is in, but I’m afraid to express my opinion about it. I might not say why some things are morally wrong without angering people. I am only 16. I can’t vote, I can’t get my license, I can’t do much. All I can do is be aware. I refuse to participate in this. Not because I don’t know who’s side to pick, but because I will not generate more hate and turmoil in this society.

Thanks for forgiving me. Goodbye my good friend. I’ll miss you.

In a continuation of the last note, very few house flies have died since them, none of which were intentional murders.

Just a thought

I think the ending’s a bit weak...

Inspired by a song called “Bad Apple!!” (idk the original artist)

Jan.2.2020

The blind are faulty to the point where it’s luck.

No I’m not talking about people who are actually blind.

If it’s for my own sake then I’m another corrupt being, like everyone. I don’t believe that I’d be so nice, after all, I’m corrupt enough with my thoughts.

“YOUR GOD IS DEAD
AND NO ONE CARES
IF THERE IS A HELL,
I’LL SEE YOU THERE!”
From the song ‘Heresy’ by Nine-Inch-Nails.
If a past friend reads this description they’ll hate me ****

Why am I crying?
Don’t ask me.
Christ this is a pain,
Poetry is my only outlet.

I just can’t stand venting. So unlike an irishman’s drink, my emotions stay in the bottle.

The car helps. I get to see new places. I feel my writing coming back to where it was.

Inspired by my own lessons learned a bit late, and a song called “Screen Shot” by Swans (i think that was the band’s name).

However,
You can’t have your cake and eat it too... unless you bought it and you live alone... but even then there’s still bacteria

Does this even make sense?? It’s talkin’ about how a split mind splits a world. The divided principality (one mind of a nation or planet of minds, unified by humanity) gives a divided worldview.

A golem is like a robot but made of dirt or stone, in this case it is representative of the earth. After all, the earth and sky form a precious duality in which we thrive.

I hate what I’ve done and I want to destroy myself for it. Why do i hate it? Why do i hate myself for it? It was all okay. Nothing was wrong. We both enjoyed it. You want it to happy again but i feel sick thinking about it. WHY?

The more I become less myself, the more it splits away from me, and teaches me all of the wrong ways to cope, under a ruse of helping me. It is too unlike me to be inside of me, yet it is there.

“Everywhere at the End of Time” - The Caretaker

Inspired by “Thunderstruck” by AC/DC (the first line is my mishearing of the song, and all the inspiration) the second line inspired by “IMN” by Mudvayne. The rest is original to me.

Hi~ hi~ everyone! I was listening to some Bring Me The Horizon today, and I caught myself thinking what would happen if I just drove my car into a tree (while I was driving my car I thought of this). I knew it was a dodgy thing because I don’t know how fast before I die. In the end I figured out one thing. If I went fast enough, I’d be dying, blinking out of existence, but I’d be screaming to live, in every last cell of my body. This poem is to reflect that. I didn’t crash my car. I’m not dead yet *******! (Said in a joking manner)

Hey, this is for a friend named s, and probably everyone else. Who I wrote it for isn’t important. It’s important to remember that sometimes all you might need is a reset. To take a nap during the day, or sleep through the night can help you a lot. Remember that. I don’t want anyone making the mistakes I have.

Half baked poem. I’m too afraid to sleep ****. I’m such a ******* wimp sometimes. Honestly I know it doesn’t matter in 2021, but I feel like if someone listed out my qualities to a stranger the stranger wouldn’t even think for a second that I’m a dude. It’s almost pitiful, but it isn’t, so that’s what matters.

That makes 3. It’s definitely me. There’s no point in denying it. There never was a point in the start though, nor did I ever deny it. But how do I change?

Not a love poem. Hahaha if it was it probably wouldn’t have been as sour.

Is it really better? Can I state thar with confidence? No, and no.