lol i literally have an econ test tomorrow XDD anyways, love the combination of econ and poetry! plus the twist at the end was super neat :] awesome job with all these poems, yosh!!
and now i see the sun begin to dim “why yes!”, i shout, for now i’ll never cry my future, dark and desolate and grim is here, and so i spread my wings and fly
the sky is black and all i see is death the times have changed, but i am still unchanged and now as i forget to draw my breath i find a war-torn world, turned quite deranged
but now the lord of darkness is no more and nothing can reverse the coming days i sob, for if i saw this time before perhaps the world would not be set ablaze
a thousand years have passed where i belong and yet, a silent earth still sings its song
shivering, shaking, breaking, broken now i get less than four hours of sleep while i weep and keep on trying to keep you with me; why would you stay with me?
i have nothing left to give, i’m far past denial and denied my acceptance, all i accept is defeat and i complain every day. question: have you ever complained before? fun fact: it doesn’t make anything better
broken, pieces, piecing, together, something new and improved, or so i’d like to say but after you’ve cut apart a human it can never retain its original shape
after a thousand dreams have passed he wakes up from his slumber and reaches for the darkest memories from when he was down under the ocean of imagination
he’d never call them nightmares no matter how scary and even the saddest memories have yet to make him shed a tear
he can feel the end is here but he wishes to hold those memories tight to himself (finality) there is no repeat no second chances
even during his fleeting summer daydream he can’t find his fingers nor can he see his eyes he was lost within his ocean of imagination
when will i make my final friend? i’m still eluded from the conclusion in my delusion, i haven’t found the end to my sonnet, but i’m still on it
i think my rhymes have gotten annoying but really i’m just toying with the notion that my ocean of words could form herds of something other than nightmares
i found villains in bright lairs rather than ominous ones yet the predominant ones still managed to escape from me
so now my nonsense which has reached a fever pitch has bleached my room and killed the groom, but left the bride and now she’s all alone
on the phone with a devil so disheveled and crying dying, lying to herself and no longer binds herself
to her earthly desires and finds the flames and fires so now she writes mediocre poetry
Turn your demons into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, your weaknesses into reasons to keep fighting. Don’t waste your pain. Recycle your heart. — Andréa Balt
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