There Seems To Be A Universal Understanding
there seems to be a universal understanding
of the fact that no good life was a good story
good lifes make good examples and I make
poetry and bonfire stories that can't go unheard
and I am glad for all the harm that was done
to me and only to me, for maybe it was better
to make my life worse and my poems relatable
noone reads poetry when they're alright, and
more so noone ever writes poetry when happy
maybe the stars aligned in this way for every poet
maybe god made us with a bigger purpose, than
any mortal happiness, made us for eternal things
written in ink and lived through in our own blood
- zero (me)
[ I finished writing my poetry book and I just know I will hate all of them in a year or two. I am never proud of my poetry. my mind is a burn book ]
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there's no gratitude in me
I am forever ungrateful
I am the rot that's spoiling this home
yet I am the only one who tries to run away
- zero (me)
everything is changing and it feels like spring came too quickly
it's sunny and bright outside this weird February
and everything seems to be changing so rapidly
and I've come to realise everything is dependant on a perspective
when I saw an angel from a weird angle
the bright sun making it's features distorted
and lately I've been cold in more ways than just one
and today I felt like crying about everything
and I did when you held me at a bus stop and told me you're grateful to have me
and we talked about the future
or the lack of it
in the time we had until your ride home came
both decided on a silent life and nice cafes
I need you to know you're a good kid
and I know you're going places
• places better than this one - zero (me)
(on friends who hold your head like they're afraid of hurting you in any way. on having no future but still hoping for at least another summer. I came back home with cold finger tips and this poem scribbled on my hands. I told you about my ideas for my poetry but now you're in one.)
I'm sitting at a bus stop almost alone and I haven't been this calm in months
The same bus passed three times already but it's not what I'm looking for
And this should be it, this should be reason enough to write
but it's not
For I've been tired to my core and all I've wanted
Is to be held by the one adult person I let myself be known
For I need something bigger than my name. For I need someone who knows better than I do
But it's all futile and I can't bring myself to ask her for kindness
But it's all without point and I can't write anymore
"Nomen Omen, just like Moliére" - Zero (me)
"til death do us part"
the statement upsets me dearly
for it assumes there is no love after death
why would I stop loving you so early
my feelings won't stop right with my breath
so if there is anything after this form, not long enough nearly
my sweet oblivion, let me take you to the altar
first time possibly, hopefully the second time
and I will promise you to hold your hand and never falter
for loving you only on this earth would be a crime
- zero (me)
I can't believe it all
how great I've been
and I've been
sleeping thru all nights
without shedding a tear
and I've been content
in the choices I've made
I haven't skipped
a single breakfast in a while
and I prayed every night
without swearing at all
I've gone out with friends
almost every single day
and I came back before
it could get too dark
and I've been fine I swear
I'm just a little tired
but it's nothing
tonight I'll go
way earlier to bed
• lies I told my mother - zero (me)
actually, yet again it's a song bit, but I thought I'd post it