OPTIMISTIC NIHILISTIC

I hope the sun shines bright. Because everyone is on a boat that falls off a waterfall at the end. But you cannot see it. You cannot see...

Who were the writers who wrote? Why did they write? Did they not know they could have been engineers? Or doctors? Have a steady job, and...

The words would froth in my mouth and spill out on to the page I would write because I could not not Now I sit, grasping for words. Not...

I am the destruction that plagues men, the horror of rape, terror, and torture. I sew all the broken parts of me into walking, talking,...

i feel like i have said everything i wanted to say through this blog. utter hopelessness and sheer gratitude feeling lost under our own...

I am but twenty four but the chill has set in my bones as I sit on my throne on my own the weight of my age weighs me down oh it rules...

Courage comes in a million shades. When you face your fears; when you let go of them. Sometimes getting out of your bed is brave. To...

Without pain there is no art. When there is too much pain there is no art. The sweet spot, definitely, isn't here. I have been hard on...

we suffer because there are no answers we would suffer the answer anyway when confronted with the beauty of the universe shouldn't all...

Green and blue on the marble tiles, blood everywhere, as I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

It weren't the tides of tomorrow but the whirlwinds of yesteryears that took over my soul, beckoning to reconcile with the dark arts of...

cyclone in the streets beauty and the beast manta in the seas insects between the sheets silver sands, surf on the beach sun tan, calm...

how long can a heart remain broken try me. how long has it been broken? when did it? maybe it broke when it was seven maybe I never...

I have tried to find reasons to hate Reasons to fight Reasons to forge Reasons to care Reasons to die Reasons to spare I have found many...

There are good songs and then there is her. A freak of nature spawned from hell, a tornado ravaging everything in it's path, a black swan...

Easy An easy smile I saw directed at me. Why was her smile that easy? An easy smile took into account every little flaw that I had, on a...

People think I am writing poems. I write when I am happy. I write when I am sad. Most times I don't know which is which. Saudade. Bitter...

she was like acoustic sunsets and jazz nights like folk dances and lofi playlists like abbey road on the dark side of the moon like...

But when you lose, you don’t always lose the will, you don’t always lose yourself, you don’t always relinquish your desire, you don’t...

Said Bukowski, "there is a blue bird in my heart" forever chained in the prison of his heart He drowned it in whiskey Drinking, wanting...