without you,
time is moving
a bit slower
lights are fading
a bit quicker

without you,
days
never
seems
complete

sometimes
the most sensible and beautiful girls
will also end up
hurting you the most

mockingbirds hummed big city blues
the air’s heavy, filled with lost tunes
- empty lyrics from empty souls
night breezes gently blow away
distant dreams and distant hopes

the old familiar warning signs
of war resurfaces
mockingbirds flew away in murders
carrying away thousands of memories
soon to be lost and buried
scrambling and struggling
escaping the battle of centuries

the war has been fought
a rough defeat is announced

at last, evening sun collapsed in defeat
eclipse of dawn - the only reminder of war
it's final, it’s ending, it’s unsettling
black paint spilled over splashes of colour
train wreck to the artist's greatest pride
clouds intrude, shutting down blinking eyes
as the newly painted night sky
reminds the new mockingbirds
of distant memories, the battlefields and scars
the war fought without blood
as darkness prevails
and grasps its control back
announcing yet another victory
over yet another ghost town

never
overestimate your importance
because you're nothing...
because...
she'll do just as fine
with or without you.

my grandpa is 84 years old
well on his way
to the festival

i am...

jealous of the fun,
the thrills of a
new beginning
he'll have
without me

i'll miss him
he'll miss me too
i hope...
i mean...
he can't possibly
forget me
in the festival,
right?

because
as he puts it,
"what fun would that be
without you?"

a swarm of birds flies by
following a cold breeze
under grey clouds
moving with ease

yet one is stuck
trapped in her broken feathers
wailing for help
under the stormy weather

she’s one of the kind
firm blue eyes,
softish features
luring me forward

should i keep her?
or let her soar again?

i don’t know
i didn’t think much then
i just released her
back to the sky

maybe i made a mistake
maybe we are meant to be
because all i can see
is that bird with blue eyes,
the one i have set free

The word of God
Is neon now-
It screams odious
Love to the silent
Collection of limbs
Beneath it.

Iridescence
Falls in irradiated
Waves, reaches the
Sedate, the wanderers
Of Asphalt Nightmares,
At last.

They can hardly hear it
Over the mumble of voices.
They shift, leave by way
Of saturated, naked streets
Steeped
In weariness.

The new God is
Neon- but all the same
Unheard; It's violent lights
Looking to the morally
Righteous; finds
No one.

okay, but I don't 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 to be the bigger person.
I want to be the person who looks out for their own needs.
being the bigger person for what?
the benefit of someone I hate?
the benefit of someone I avoid in the halls?
you don't 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 for me to be the bigger person-
so I will throw my fits.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Has it been too long
since the last time you truly
felt you were wanted?

8:28 PM
24/2/21