Anxiety

8 years ago

He came home to grab clothes for a sleep over

He walked in the door and said hi to her

That moment... Right there... Three stairs up the case

That is where his childhood ended

He didn't go to the sleep over that night 

Instead he stayed home and cried myself to sleep

Countless times singing that hymn and she never changed her mind

How can a simple 8 words ruin an entire 10 year olds life

The next few years spent in darkness 

An empty pit with just his thoughts

It's easy to fake it

All he wants is what was taken from him.

Himself...

Robotic love

why is it people say robots can't feel emotion?
Sure our hardware can't withstand water
But I feel love and my love is strong
My movements might be someone else's program
But my heart drive is is all my own
See there is this other robot
She's chrome
Hydraulic
And man does she have a nice pair of bolts!
I've been trying with all my processing power to go talk to her
Eh that's not that important though...
All that matters is that I can feel love
It may not be the same love as a human
But damnit! I feel love better than most humans!

Make us proud

This is a poem for the hipsters

For the kids who don't spend lunch in the commons

For the parents who's kids need depression pills

And for the kids who take them

Make us proud

This ones for the girlfriends that love too much and the boyfriends that can't love enough

For the nerds that aren't smart enough to find an equation for fitting in

For the singles in the city of love

And for the parents who work 2 jobs and come home to a screaming child

Make us proud

This ones for the artist who can only seem to draw stick figures

For the planets too small there not allowed the title "planet"

For the girls who snort when they laugh

And for all the kids that make fun of them

Make us proud, cause one day the singles in Paris will find love

And the kids on pills will find happiness

And the boyfriends will learn to love more

While the nerds find out fitting in isn't all that matters

Make us proud because no matter how loud the child screams that parent still loves them

And the girls become comfortable when the laugh 

While the kids that made fun of them won't care cause they've done it too

And after all of that, you'll learn that no matter what happened we've always been on the stands cheering you on, and all you have to remember? 

You've made us proud...

(Steal like an artist)

Being the same

How to be the same:
1. Wear button up shirts
2. Pretend like you don't care but actually do
3. Make fun of people behind their back
4. Black Chuck Taylor's
5. Own an iPhone

How 2 B difERenT:
1. don't

Eyes

Eyes are extraordinary

Everyone has them yet nobody's are the same

Some people have big pupils some have little ones

Some have blue eyes or green or hazel or even all three

Some people have small eyes

But my favorite?

My favorite are your eyes

Your eyes give me the chills whenever I look at them

Your eyes tell me if your happy or sad or tired

Your eyes are really all I want to look at all day long

Your eyes make me want to close mine just so I don't get bored of looking at them

Your eyes are the reason I get up every morning and can't fall asleep at night.

Your eyes are funny

Your eyes are sweet

Your eyes are kind

Your eyes are perfect

I'm in love with your eyes

Color

I've never liked crayons
Even as a little kid I hated using them
They were always inconsistent
Never stayed sharp

First grade: my mother asked me what I needed for school and I gave her a list of things. Number one on that list was crayons

Second grade: I tried to avoid the inevitable and get colored pencils, then my teacher told me I had to get crayons

Third grade: "finally the year without crayons I know it!" My dreams were crushed in just a few short days

Fourth grade: I was rid of my stupid crayons once and for all

Fifth grade: nobody has crayons anymore and everyone moved to colored pencils

Sixth grade: for some reason erasable pens were a thing?

7th-9th grade: why does nobody have any crayons anymore?

Tenth grade: I miss my crayons

Eleventh grade: I want them back, they still suck they are still the worst writing utensil ever, but there is more to them than just that.

Twelfth grade: I'm pissed! how could I have gone all those years without crayons?!? There is so much more I could have done with them!! I hated them at the time but looking back still want them.

25 years old: it's too late now, my crayons are gone and I've lost all hope of finding them I didn't want them all this time. Now that they are completely gone I wish I would have never let them go.

Reasons Why I Hate Taylor Swift

Taylor Swift makes me really mad

Here's why:
I hate her music
I hate her lyrics
I hate her stupid eyes
I hate how much power she has
I hate how she is just another pretty face in Hollywood
I hate that she hates Katy Perry
I hate her song bad blood
I hate they my sisters love her
Her voice is annoying
I hate that she gets what she wants just by writing a letter
I like Kendrick Lamar less because of her
I hate how blond she is
I hate her album names
I hate that everyone likes her
I hate how much I hate her

I hate that nobody hates her as much as me

Hat Hair

Every day I wake up take a shower and put on a hat

I started doing this because I thought the hats looked good
Slowly it turned into because I hated my hair
I'm not sure why I hate my hair but I do

My hat was my addiction
It was part of me
I couldn't exist without my hat

"Did you cut your hair?"
"No, I'm just not wearing a hat"

The problem with with my hat?
When you take the hat off your hair is left messy
Hair is worse hidden under a piece of cloth than if it could breath in the first place.