Just exchanging poems.
I’ve never been in love, so I can’t relate, but it’s pretty good
EXPECTATION VS. REALITY
We hang out
Every second together
Downtime is pointless
And so is every minute I am not spending with you
I don’t care if it’s dependency
We are tight knit, and never apart
And you’re the kind of person I would die for
Beneath clear blue open skies
Mostly at school and sometimes online
Downtime we’re craving
And so is every minute closer to a better day
Mostly I’m alone
Talking to sentences with Google Image faces
The kind of people I won’t open up to
Beneath my cloudy skies
What Is Eternal?
What is eternal?
All we know is,
Nothing is permanent,
Except for death.
Is not eternal.
We do not know,
Until we get to the end.
Your OK signs
Your short smiles and side comments
The ideas you say you have
I’m not crazy
You say that you’re a gamer
You’re telling me that 4Chan is a good website
and you’re not even fourteen yet
You’re saying these jokes
But I see them as deeper
Call me a libtard
I dare you to do that
I know I’m an SJW
But at least I’m not quietly racist like you
Strength of the mind.
Lucid and powerful within the realm of sleep.
I can do anything,
Just as long as I close my eyes.
Anger at reality,
For breaking me free of my creation.
My own reality is within my mind.
I can only reach it,
Through the window of sleep.
Why do you take away my powers when I wake?
I would rework the world,
Why do you take away what makes me special?
You take away what sets me aside from the others,
And expect me to thrive.
You take away my magic,
And when you send me back,
I get it again.
I can take nothing with me to the realm called your reality.
Is anybody here?
What are you doing right now?
I’m editing my book. Again.
Editing sucks (that’s why I don’t do it)
Lol. But then some things might not line up as you come up with ideas on how the lore works.
I don’t publish so I don’t really feel a need to edit
I’m home, I almost broke down at the beginning of my shift
Hey I’m back.
How are you?