Delirium Days Poetry
My biggest fear is forgetting to miss someone.
Once upon a grim time, I believed there was something wrong with me. I thought I was ill-mannered and unloved and weird. 574 more words
6 days, 11 hours ago
I smoke cigarettes constantly
And drink wild amounts on unreasonable nights.
Struggling to stay reasonable and rational,
Irrationally dreaming of my dead friends who number five now, 148 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
Curiously enough, the waves of suicidal feelings and the consequent nights and drugs sprees that I should not have survived later transformed into my main reason for smiling in the morning. 30 more words
Please talk to me again
I am sick of hatred a
And mockery and self-loathing.
I am infecting people around me.
I can’t go on like this. 30 more words
1 week, 4 days ago
So many cultures coalesce and divide. Beauteous, miniature democracies are dissolving like tinctures every day
because our eyes are glued to generalized culture.
Do we forget to see the beauty and breadth of the individual’s dreamy eyes?
Perpetually drunk together,
I am full of myself
And openly mocked
By a brilliant woman,
I miss her everywhere I go.
I hate when I leave her in the morning. 50 more words
I am enamored by the complexity and beauty of life.
2 weeks, 2 days ago