-Some thoughts from the last week or so, including titles gathered by my drunken self. Don't get drunk, kids.-

Lost words.

My best days are often my worst days,

And I can’t really explain that if I try.

I wake up sad and I will go to sleep sad,

But the hours in between can be the sweetest.

I don’t have the right words today,

To explain. But do I ever?

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Some boy.

The sky was clouded today,

But not as much as my mind,

And you gave me a flower,

You silly shit. Stop making me smile, asshole.

You’re making me really happy

And I’m not really used to being happy

So I’m sorry I’m an awkward shit

You’re so lovely

You’re amazing.

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Beautiful People.

The mind is such a strange thing,

Like, it looks so small, but it isn’t.

It’s huge, bigger than we can imagine.

And there’s parts of it we don’t understand,

And there’s parts of it we never will.

I don’t even know what this is all about,

But wow, humans are amazing aren’t they?

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I Think in Poetry.

Words are so strange.

Like some days I can come up

With pages and pages of words,

And sentences, and happy thoughts

And sad ones.

And they all run together

As though I meant for them to be poetry.

But I didn’t, I don’t. I never do.

They’re just thoughts.

Words and number and things,

All travelling through my head at once,

And I want them to stop sometimes.

Most of the time.

They’re like a blessing and a curse.

Sometimes they make everything

Seem so much clearer,

But sometimes they do the opposite.

And I’m lost again, I’m lost.

Damn it.

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My Moon and Stars.

I was staring up at the night sky,

And there were a hundred stars,

And the moon was full and bright.

And I have a love for the moon

That I cannot express,

And I’ve tried but I can’t.

It’s sort of nostalgic, I guess,

Because it’s always been there.

If there was nothing else I could count on –

The moon was still there.

Even when it disappeared,

As it often does, it returned.

And I suppose life is like that,

Or happiness or love or something,

Good emotions wax and wane;

Always returning when you thought

It was all lost forever.

And maybe it’s because nights can be so dark,

And there is fear in the dark,

And loneliness and cold,

But the moon can light up

The darkest night.

And if it can shine in the darkness,

Maybe so can I.