La la land

As I close my eyes

I’m taken to a world

where guys hide flowers behind their backs

as they whisper sweet nothings in your ear


A universe where love comes first 

where men fall in love with your heart

before anything else 


Cupid hovers around shooting arrows to the right lovers

everyone has a perfect match


Then it gets blurry 


As I open my eyes

I’m living in a world

where guys cross their fingers behind their backs

as they whisper sweet lies in your ear


A universe where lust comes first

where men fall in love with your body

before anything else 


Cupid is no where to be found

and everyone gets a wrong match


Guess I was just having a bad dream…


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Rebellion 

I’m going to regret it

As adrenalin rushes through my body 

It’s too late now to end it


I grew horns overnight

Hid my halo behind my back 

Away from plain sight


Let’s break all the rules tonight 

One by one like dominoes 

Until everyone knows 


You’re no good for me

But every inch of you

Is what sets me free

Rants from a 22 yr old

I believe we were all here for a reason 

You just need to find out what it is

Do you know what’s painful?

Doing something that doesn’t ignite fire in you

I just think we all have a passion to do something 

Even though at times passion alone is not enough

But it’s something

And I think we should hold on to it

Something that makes your eyes sparkle when you talk about it 

Something that makes you feel alive…happy

Happiness?

That’s the most important thing to me

We already live in a black and white world 

We just need colour in it 

And whatever it is you love; it’ll make your life worth living 

Even if it doesn’t pay you every month

It gives you a sort of warmth, a sense of belonging 

It’s like the first time you met the love of your life 

THAT feeling

You should feel that everyday

To the point where you don’t walk on the ground anymore because you’ve created your own kind of heaven, right here on Earth

But 

Life doesn’t allow us to be like that

There’s a system 

That we follow like blind fools

Because “it’s the right thing to do”

But is it enough?

I don’t know 

If I’m alive, then why should I feel dead inside?

Makes no sense

This is my passion. Writing. Makes me feel more sane, makes me feel lighter and like I’ve accomplished so much by just one poem

And I guess for now… that’s more than i could ever ask for.