i wish the words had not stopped
but they were fueled by tears
and refused to work with joy
or even love,
for the sunshine would hurt their sorrowful eyes.
what i love, they can only hate and
what i dread keeps them alive.
i wish my words did not only love the rain,
but they claimed surrender
as their lungs dried and cracked asunder.
if only they could see what i see,
they would take off and never slow down
until they caught the liquid stardust.
i know the course of time will prove them wrong,
but for now the moon will still graze the world by night
and my verse will howl with the wolves.
while the birds await the morning when my words finally decide to join them
draco + “A villain is just a victim whose story hasn’t been told”
Do you know like we were saying, about the earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid, the first time they tell you that the world is turning and you just can’t quite believe it ‘cause everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it…the turn of the earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. The entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty seven thousand miles an hour. And I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world. And, if we let go…that’s who I am.
So there’s this kid Gibby. He is easily one of my best friends, and we’ve been talking a lot recently and he’s basically really great. Pretty everyone we know ships us romantically - Gibcole. I don’t think of him that way, and I cannot speak for him, but as far as I know, he doesn’t think of me that way either.
Before the show tonight, we had to do the annoying job of moving the backdrop from the back wall to hanging on a bar. Gibby, along with a few other people, weren’t at school at the time we were doing this. So this conversation ensued, and I spent a good 5 minutes hysterically laughing at it:
Daily Song #136
Iris (Cover) - Sleeping With Sirens
Childhood Writings // Wonderly Nostalgia
In which I share with you my atrocious poetry and other writings from my younger years. Also apparently I hated my brother. A lot.