not even worth the readWhat is it about me that saysnot even worth the read by SevereWeather
“make me fall in love with you,
treat me like trash,
break my heart,
then tell me how hurting me made you realize the error of your ways”?
What is it about me that makes you think
telling me how well you treat your new girl in comparison to me
is a good idea?
Why am I not the one who gets treated well?
Why do I always end up broken?
Why can’t I have the charming man to take care of me, be honest with me and
Why can’t you treat me like a person instead of an
object you can discard once you’re bored?
I am worth loving.
I am worth respect and honesty.
I am worth your effort.
So what quality do I have that tells you I’m disposable?
This heart can only break so many times.
So please -- don’t pick it up if you only intend on
throwing it away.
-- living with a disposable heart
can i have a map, please?Popcorn ceiling and fluorescent lights --can i have a map, please? by SevereWeather
Is this all my life has become?
Laying on a yoga mat --
listening to Stevie Wonder --
as my mind begins to wander... (boo)
What exactly do I want out of this life?
To impact the lives of children through music --
Attend Yale for graduate school --
Start my own family or maybe just get a dog --
Or do I just scrap all that and let the universe take over?
Why can't there be explicit directions for which step to take next?
I guess the beauty in not knowing is that
I can do whatever the hell I want.
- can I have a map, please?
if only it were that easystop thinking about him every time you watch Friendsif only it were that easy by SevereWeather
this isn't a TV show -- reality doesn't work that way
stop dreaming that he'll change his mind
he meant what he said and you have to accept it
stop talking about him with anyone who will listen
nothing they say will make you feel better right now
he’s still gone -- that won’t make him come back
-- if only it were that easy
just listenThey dance across the pagejust listen by SevereWeather
as if they choreographed
the movements on their own.
Each position carefully calculated
to conjure the most pleasing aesthetic
for the faithful, patient patrons.
Every mark evoking expression
making all who hear feel -- react
to each phrase of lyrical melody.
Major joy, minor tragedy,
diminished terror, augmented intensity
concluding with a heart-leaping swell of sound.
These small black dots -- smudges
demand to be heard -- to be felt
Like the poet with her words -- confessions.
-- just listen
The music is gone.I remember emotionThe music is gone. by BatmanWithBunnyEars
Like the deaf recall a tune.
I still have the notion,
But even that will be gone soon.
The songs are muffled at first,
But the notes remain.
I can still be immersed
In musical joy and pain.
But like a copy of a copy of a copy,
Notes are lost and misplaced,
The whole thing gets sloppy,
A masterpiece defaced.
Finally, the end of the blaze
The last notes die in a frost
Leaving the profound malaise
That something beautiful was lost.
Dead is the feeling I once had.
Left in a mute concert hall,
I wonder how it can hurt so bad,
To feel nothing at all.
broken dreams and invisible heartstringsEvery morning,broken dreams and invisible heartstrings by lupus-astra
she wakes up to a
hollow chest & stormy,
red rimmed eyes.
It's so easy to be in love
with being in love;
swallowing fake truths
& sincere lies.
But her heart—
it forgot how to smile
two years ago,
because no one can tell
the difference between
imitations & reality.
please find me;
I'm lost between the cracks of
Desperate to breathe
yet wondering how it would feel
she's never belonged
in this universe.
Turn on the LightTake one boy,Turn on the Light by tothefore
Brown eyes filled
with the curiosity
of one less than
half his age.
Tall and slim,
so when her arms
wrap around him
she can almost do so
with her head resting
and facts about
Native American plagues and
yet longing for
Add in a darkness
which lingers over
shadowing his thoughts,
his feelings, his actions,
leaving those who care
And, on top of that,
Place a strong dislike