Again and again

Again and again

Just happening again and again

Moving forward again and again

Stepping backwards again and again

Again and again

Thinking again and again

Contemplating again and again

Silent again and again

Cannot revert back to previous behaviour

Forget the insignificant things

Forget what was the important things

Again and again

Open

This is probably the most open thing I've ever written, but I know it can undergo speculation. I'm not stupid and I am aware of everything that can happen out of this, and all the interpretation that can come out of it. But the author is dead. Think about that.

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I wonder if you remember, the things that were said

The secrets told, the 'trust' placed, the things set in my head

The late nights, the times where you were completely open

Months on end this happened, and the same thing happened again and again

Reverting back to such immaturity is a slap in the face

As it contradicts everything I ever knew, about you.

Well,

I try not to make any sort of personal posts here that directly engage with what I actually feel in actual writing besides poetry, but I've kinda just realised that whenever I write things, I write it in such a way that only I understand it. I'm not sure if that's a bad thing or anything but yeah, that's what I've noticed.

Hope you readers enjoy my past/future poetry, and to be honest, I don't know why any of you read it at all. Hahaha, cheers :)

Sanity

It's undesirable, unattainable

The brain forcing itself into the usual trickery

Of making excuses again and again

Oh when will I turn completely sane

Flood of memories wash away the trickery

Another reminder

Of making excuses again and again

Clearly I am insane

Eyes

The eyes engulf the aesthetically pleasing

Yet the eyes are blind to important imaginative constructs

Fixated truly upon what the heart lusts for

Whereas every other part of the anatomy is abhorred

Gleaming with crimson red, passion enrages the soul

The small taste of infatuation bears on the tongue

As the heart pumps and pumps filled to the brim

With pure desire, infecting the insides

Eyes

The entirety of sunrise to sunset

A huge blur

The entirety of sunrise to sunset

Hazy eyes

Temporary insomnia

Wishing, hoping for the temporary rest

Broadway - The last saturday

This song has been on repeat for a long time. Apologies for the lack of posts, just haven't had the inspiration to write lately.

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Lonely hearts
Lose the battle every time
Kingdoms start
With the closest of friends
Maybe I will write someday
About how you all helped me
Get to where I am right now
I have you to thank and no one else

It was the last Saturday my eyes would ever see
We were side by side waiting for the sun to pop up over the sea
And I can't remember the last time I was this happy
Captured in pictures
And building castles in the sand

Lonely hearts
Lose the battle every time
Kingdoms start
With the closest of friends
Maybe I will write someday
About how you all helped me
Get to where I am right now
I have you to thank and no one else

Pardon the selfishness
It was passion
We tried to avoid this reaction but
I was honestly a victim of desire
Hope sick in the least, for something tangible
And I'm making it up as I go

Lonely hearts
Lose the battle every time
Kingdoms start
With the closest of friends
Maybe I will write someday
About how you all helped me
Get to where I am right now
I have you to thank and no one else

Take it from me you are the ones who made me open up
Without your trust, without your hearts I wouldn't be singing this right now [x3]

Wherever I go I'll take you with me
This is my promise to you [x2]