Lately I've been walking to the park a few blocks away from my house and literally swing for around two hours listening to La Dispute and thinking. Sometimes it's as much as thinking about death, sometimes it's just what to do tomorrow after school. Sometimes I go lay on one of the benches and watch the sky turn from day to night, and gaze at what little stars I can see. Normally there's only...

I was just thinking back to Valentine’s day— I know a lot of people who we’re taking the stance of, “lol fuck everyone in relationships.” Why? Why does being in a relationship automatically mean that day will be good, that that day will have meaning? Both the two Valentine’s days I’ve ever had in a relationship were shit. I mean, I went to a funeral this past one, and then my plans...

I hate the days when I look at everything I love and wonder what it will all amount too. The meaning and value of art is declining, and the need for creative minds slowly becoming a rarity… with that, when you’re not the most creative person out of hundreds of others, where does it leave you?What does it all amount to?A life just barely getting by?　

Mother, there’s a cloud overheada mushroom in the air.“Look, my child,”Around him wraps poisoned arms-cold as steel.They march line after line,Mother as their lead.Winter following their steps.Mother, the sky has turned redand bled into the ground.Men are falling, Mother!The children are burningDear Mother, won’t you stop?Take off the mask-the one that empties your eyes.There’s planes in...

Just a WIP I started... I'm not sure if I'll keep it or scrap it. I was trying to get the general tone and idea down. I didn't really mess around with vocab. or anything. Constructive criticism/feedback is always welcomed.I’m tiredTired of being aloneFamily holds no warmth,No safety nor comfort.Just the bars of this cageFormed from all their laughsThe smiles that never reach my grasp.Seeking...

Just a poem I’m working on in English. This is more so a general idea… if that makes sense. I haven’t really formed anything in here, or cleaned it up yet. I lost my notebook I normally write in, and these are a few small verses I randomly jotted down whenever I got an idea, in said book, at least how I remember them.Prayers to a false god,Sent in hope of change.Something more than this,The...

I never know what to do with these little thoughts that run through my head throughout the day, so I write them down. I took a walk today, and this little one came to mind.Trees give way to power lines,Roots to concrete arteries.The illusion of suburbia,Regressing into a penitentiary.Upon learning about WWI in history, this little.. piece came to mind.The world speaks of peace, but no one pursues...

Working on Chapter Two of There's No Book on Love. I'm being slow, yes, but it is getting done. I have a habit of making chapters really short, and rushed. That's what I'm trying to avoid this time around. I'm working on details.So far, I have a little tidbit done.***The night had seemed endless, looking out her bedroom window she watched the city lights shined in front of her, orange and white...