i just went to a concert by the killers and i just thought does anyone want a suicidal boyfriend? i am 21 looking for a girl or cute boy mostly to have someone i can be open to and spend time with ya not a dating site but worth a shot
i finally found the place for my next attemp i just need to experiment a bit and write a letter so i have everything in order hopefully its less than a month i am happy only regret i cant finish reading all things i wanted to read but i cant put it off
its a picture of Las Vegas from the side of a mountain at night I went up there two days ago its strangely calming like a sea of stars down on earth sorry the picture is bad
Gazing from a forgotten cliff, down a old city. Seeing stars in the sky, each one representing many worlds, many possibilities. Looking down at the city lights, each representing a person, many stories and infinite possibilities. Looking up at sea of stars, looking down at an ocean of lights, feeling like I will drown in either, wondering if floating is it any better. Maybe I should just decide whether I should drown in a sea, or a ocean. Until I decide I should just keep floating .
sorry its not even a poem I just wrote it while I was looking down from a mountain at city sorry for sucking or mistakes
I always felt, like emotions are like standing in the rain naked. No matter how light, or heavy it rains, you can always feel it, with your entire being. Yet I have always felt, like I am in a glass cage, hearing, seeing, and smelling the rain, but never feeling it touch me. Wondering if i am the same, only missing one part, but such a crucial part. Refusing to break my cage, because maybe its my only shelter, maybe i would dissolve in the rain. Refusing to accept it, maybe it traps my spirit, from the waters that would nurture it. Helpless against myself, against my cage, and against the rain. Never to know rain, maybe dying from thirst, or maybe just afraid of drowning in a light drizzle.
sorry if its bad just doing it to deal with emotions
Chasing after the moon.
Under a cloudless sky.
The stars suppressing my sense of self.
Forgetting my demons.
Forgetting my scars.
Trying to grasp the moon.
Hoping to steal the secret to its peace.
Content to rise and fall.
To always shine just for itself.
My cries fall into oblivion.
My hands always failing to reach it.
Still chasing after it.
Awaking from my dream.
The moon still in the sky.
Still away from my reach…
by moon gazer