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I think of how easily I could **** people far too wistfully and far too often. I don't fantasize about a boy sweeping me off my feet the way I used to anymore, I daydream about killing the people who hurt me so badly I can't be fixed. I don't think that's a good thing.


half the time,



the person who broke me so badly who I want to **** is myself though.
It's a series. Feel free to add to it. Title is self-explanatory. Literally, any spontaneous thought no matter how weird (like mine), funny, sad, deep, dark, scary, happy, thoughtful, or random.

Just include the hashtag #spontaneousthoughts and use the same title as mine: Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)

also feel free to message me to let me know you added to my series so I can read it.
I would watch way more sports if the ball would kick the players back.









or in like baseball, the baseball bats you in the head back. I would watch that.

...I think I am a bad person... LOL!!!
It's a series. Feel free to add to it. Title is self-explanatory. Literally, any spontaneous thought no matter how weird (like mine), funny, sad, deep, happy, thoughtful, or random.

Just include the hashtag #spontaneousthoughts and use the same title as mine: Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)

also feel free to message me to let me know you added to my series so I can read it.
#spontaneousthoughts
If were an alarm clock I would totally spend my spare time scaring the crap out of people at 3AM










or like, if they smack me when they hit snooze I smack them back.
It's a series. Feel free to add to it. Title is self-explanatory. Literally, any spontaneous thought no matter how weird (like mine), funny, sad, deep, happy, thoughtful, or random.

Just include the hashtag #spontaneousthoughts and use the same title as mine: Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)

also feel free to message me to let me know you added to my series so I can read it.
So you are struggling
Big deal
We are all
What makes you special
What would make you think
I would care
After everything you did
You want me to care
Why should I
When all you ever gave me
Was reasons to hate myself
I would never choose to help you
That would not be fair to myself
I mean I can't see you without having an anxiety attack
You need someone to save you
Why me?
Why?
I should dismiss this
Sweep it under that rug
The one with so many things
Shoved under it
That it looks like a mountain range
The only problem is
It could be my best chance for Redemption
Not redemption from them, but For myself. just wanted to Make that clear.
Somedays I wish





you and I




would get caught alone

in a life and death situation where nothing matters anymore and any responsibilities or complications that used to exist have faded because we are going to die anyway so I could find out what is really on your mind, so I could tell you everything, because why not at that point? So I could tell you everything I've done, how I really feel and why I did so many things, everything that has happened to me, and hope that maybe, in our last moments of life, you would understand.
Because in a situation where there is nothing left but emotions and loose threads and rough edges and unhappy endings, the truth just might come out.
You drunkenly texted me regarding how I'm supposedly "Really pretty"
and how you can "only imagine how much prettier I've gotten" since you last saw me
Well, what makes you think time increases beauty?
Especially when I had none to begin with?
Well, alright yes
My beauty has multiplied by exactly 85 times as much as it used to be
*0 times 85 is still zero though
I hate when he texts me when he is intoxicated. how did a summer romance come to mean too much to me?
I don't like good dreams because when I wake up I realize how impossible what my mind just made up really is.
last night. well then again I used to have nightmares and wake up to reality that was no comfort and I wished I could go back to the nightmare because at least it wasn't real.
I was dancing
With him
I didn't even know him until I was in his arms
Handsome, though I hardly care
Charming, but because of his soul, not his words
And warm, in a way that wasn't physical
He held me like he knew what he was doing
Like I would be safe with him
Like a promise
In the most beautiful white dress
And I was beautiful
The most beautiful girl there
Everyone wanted to dance with him
But he chose me
And I couldn't believe it
We danced all night
And of course
I messed up the steps
Tripping over myself
Clumsily, as usual
But Lord I was beautiful still
And he just smiled and somehow found it lovely, that I was imperfect
He whispered to me
And we danced and danced
And I was beautiful
**Then I woke up
Oh, yes right. I'm not beautiful and no boy will ever love me or even like me or even notice me. Sorry, I watched a fairytale movie before sleeping and it slipped my mind when I was in my subconscious. I like it so much better in my make-believe world of dreams.

A dream is a wish your heart makes
Then reality kicks you in the head.
She's an American beauty. I'm an American ******.
My discothèque, Juliet teenage dream.
You are my sunrise. Even in the middle of the night.
My stomach screams just when I look at you.
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week.
I think I want you more than want. And no I need you more than need
I only wanna be with you.

For you I'd bleed myself dry, For you I'd bleed myself dry.
Why can't you want me like the other boys do? They stare at me while I stare at you.
I wish that I could wake up with amnesia. And forget about the stupid little things.

I'm a walking travesty but I'm smiling at everything.
I guess I kinda made a poem from song lyrics about someone.
High five to anyone who can name all the songs and artists without looking it up.
(You'd think this is easy but I have so many songs that it's hard to choose)
I think I'd like to have a British accent that sometimes randomly morphs into a Russian one.
This is a series that I will be adding to and I invite anyone else to add to.

So basically you label your poem "Spontaneous Thoughts (Series)"

Then you literally just write a random thought you had.

It can be philosophical, deep, funny, weird, really weird, crazy, sad, happy, hopeful, extremely crazy or just super random (like mine) or literally anything. Just a random thought.

I am interested to see what people think about randomly. You can add to this series as much as you want because I for one have multiple Spontaneous Thoughts and I'm sure some of you guys do too, so yeah.

Also, include the hashtag #spontaneousthougths

And no pressure, you don't have to but if some people would repost this, that would be great just so more people get involved and feel free to message me to let me know you did one, you know, so I can check it out.
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