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Update on this..

College and education is still a necessary evil designed to frustrate the young masses and all but guess who has a university degree at 18? I do!!

I've come to the decision that college and everything concerning education is a necessary evil designed to frustrate the young masses i.e we the students.

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I've come to the decision that college and everything concerning education is a necessary evil designed to frustrate the young masses i.e we the students.

#college #college living #i hate college #college life #university

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I view perfection as something sordid. Always viewed it as an ugliness. No I don't want to stare at the perfect pretty picture you've painted with not a single colour out of line, with no smudges or wrinkle. I don't want to marvel at how well put and perfect you are. I want to see the ugly torn up pictures that you hide deep in your waste bin, I want to stare into the depths of your soul and see the darkness. To scratch at the perfect surface, rip you apart till I can see the rust, the cracks, the patched up pieces of yourself that you have continually sewn back because you keep on giving it to people who can't handle or understand it. I want to explore the darkest parts of your mind, take every twists and turn that leads to that part of you where your darkest secrets are kept, where your hurts and tears are locked up. The shelf where you screamed into and locked deep inside because no one told you that it was okay to cry. I want to strip down all your layers of perfection till your soul is bared to me and I can see the mess that you've covered up, the parts of you that people turned away from, could not bear to watch...I want to see them all, the scars that make up the map to your soul, to your being, I want to know it, have it etched into my being, I don't want your perfection, give me something beyond that, beyond what you show the world. Give me your true self. But still asking that of you will make me a hypocrite, I want to strip you of your layers while I add to mine, I want to see beyond your perfect when I can't come out of mine, I want to know you beyond all this but still I do not know myself.

Still I find perfection to be ugly, give me your real self in its truest form and maybe, just maybe I'll give me to you in my purest form...

#words #what love looks like #sad writing #my writing #writing #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #what love is #ugly #perfection #chaotic thoughts #spilled work #spilled ink #thoughts

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So stop asking me to be normal,I didn't fight in the wars of a thousand nights, cry tears from an endless source and scream into the void just for you to ask me for that... I didn't fight all my life and continue to fight just to be asked to be normal.. I have fought for me all my life and I won't reject who I am just for you ....

“I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for?”

— Stephanie Lennox, I Don’t Remember You

#motivation #quotes #literature #poetry #writing #words #thoughts #prose #spilled ink

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And we'll drive to every city and make memories that'll last a thousand years.. have random dance parties in an open field, lie on the hood of the car staring at the moon and we'll be infinite in all those moments..

If you hear a horn at 6pm that's me pulling up in a 67 Chevy Impala convertible with two pounds of weed and a boot full of iced oat matcha latte. We take Route 95 down to Salvation Mountain and sit under the stars solving all the world's problems until the sun comes up and honestly who cares what happens next because everything we do is awesome. Hollywood has already bought the movie rights: I just need to know who you want to play you?

omgg you have NO IDEA how much i adore you!!! i don’t really care about a movie or whatever but baby i will hop into your convertible and get high and disappear with you without any explanation. i don’t give a fuck about the world’s problems it’s just me and you. (we will end up fucking each other)

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Chaos, wanderlust, adventure, magic and stardust

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

— Emily Brontë

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Warning Signs

He came with all sorts of warning signs

Enough to tell me that he wasn’t the one

But my dears I so wanted him to be the one,

That I slow danced with in my kitchen at age forty…

His sinister smile should’ve tripped my alarm

And caused warning bells to scream

But all I could hear each time he smiled

Were wedding bells accompanied with visions of me walking down an aisle

I should’ve seen the demons lurking behind his eyes

Promising to tear me apart

But all I saw was an emerald sea

That calmed all my demons

His burning touch should’ve told me that I was playing with fire

But never have I ever felt such passion that set me on fire

I wanted to feel enough of it

So much that I pressed myself closer, willing him to keep on burning me…

And everytime he kissed me

I should’ve tasted the poison he injected

I didn’t,

For all I could taste were the sugary sweet promises of forever

I should’ve smelt myself burning

Everytime he pressed me close

That as you guessed wasn’t the case,

For all I could perceive was the smell of him that I loved

It wasn’t until it was too late

That I begun to process the warning signs

I finally heard my alarms scream

And saw demons worse than mine behind his eyes

I finally felt myself burning

And tasted the bitter poison in my mouth

But I never smelt myself burning,

Not till I had been reduced to nothing but ash and dust….

It's exam season right now and I'm pretty sure of failing my tomorrow paper but oh well...

#poetry #poetsoftumblr #poetryblock #youngpoets #sadpoetry #sad love poetry #sad writing #original poem

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Kiss of death

Kiss me softly

As you caress my cheek

And tell me that the peace

I’ve been searching for will soon be found

In your arms..

The same that’ll rip my soul

From my body and put me into an

Enternal rest…..

#poets on tumblr #poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #original poem #poetry community #sad peter parker #sadpoets

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i never talk about these things but i can’t remain silent.

i know tumblr doesn’t give a SHIT when things happen in countries outside the “most popular ones” (such as the usa & england). it’s true, don’t lie to me. y’all don’t give A FUCK. not every issue and problem in said countries gets the appropriate exposure but in general shit shows up on the news WORLD FREAKING  WIDE. you set up donations, you help out, your spread the word, you say “pray for x”……

southern europe is burning. 

my country is burning.

people are dying - at home, on the road, trying to run away, in their cars.

yesterday my country had 300 active fires.

people are losing EVERYTHING they own.

i have a friend that is on a train right now passing through places that have been burnt to the ground and she says the smoke is so intense it’s getting inside the train and she can barely breathe.

and yet, even though several people (myself included) have been trying to bring awareness to what has been happening in southern europe… what we get from most of you, those not part of the countries suffering, is silence. we don’t ask for money, we don’t ask for shit other than a reblog to spread awareness… something you can delete in 24/48hrs if you wish. 

i don’t know what to tell you. i’m angry. i’m frustrated. i’m disappointed. i feel like i’m screaming into the void. “a reblog does nothing” - you know that’s a damn lie, you know exposure always helps, you know people start paying attention when posts on social media become popular. my country in particular is a small one, we get ZERO exposure. y’all are only starting to figure out we even fucking exist bc of the shit we’ve been winning lately. 

but hell, if the EU doesn’t give a shit, why should some user on tumblr dot com?

again, i don’t know what to tell you so i’ll let the images speak for themselves: 

An image captured by a Nasa satellite shows a thick plume of smoke blowing southward from the Greek island of Chios over the island of Crete

Torneros de Jamuz, Spain

Duca, Croatia

A helicopter from Italy’s civil protection service drops water on a fire near the railway between Venice and Trieste

Residents take refuge on the beach as a wildfire burns on the mountain next to the village of Lithi, on the Greek island of Chios

Men gather cattle during a forest fire in Vieira de Leiria, Marinha Grande, Portugal.

Charred trees are seen on the hills above the Cloister of Thivaidas on Mount Athos, a World Heritage Site in Greece

Portugal

#reblog #southern Europe is burning #REBLOG!!

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Mountain Movers

People expect our generation to move mountains

Truth is with all this technology

We’re still LOST..

Searching for what is, what isn’t and what will be

Thinking 'bout who we really are beneath all

The facade and smiles..

All this questions be making it harder

To move on from all we’ve ever known

Wanting change but not wanting to change

Numbing all our pains and dumbing our brain cells

Maybe that’s the reason we can’t figure our shit out

Mountain movers

Ground shakers

Wave riders

The world be forcing upon us shoes ten times our sizes

I hear them

Talking

Shouting

Screaming

I hear them

All saying the same thing

Of how we waste our youth and resources

Waste all that we’ve be given

On useless things that don’t matter

When we could be changing the world

So I ask

Tell me what you did when you were a youth

Speak to me about all the mountains you’ve moved

The grounds you’ve broken and

All the waves you’ve ridden..

Maybe then I shall tell you of all

The billions of tiny mountains I’ve moved

While you were busy

Screaming about how useless I am

Maybe I shall tell you of all

The thousands of ground that I’ve shaken

And the waves I’ve ridden..

We’re trying to live up to your expectations

But it is hard

You should know that

Because if it was easy your generation

Would’ve changed the world

I don’t mean to be disrespectful

Just stating facts..

Life is already hard as it is

Your expectations just making it harder to breath

Let us be

Let us see

Let us find ourselves

Let us heal ourselves..

Then we’ll move the mountains you place at our feet…

At a bad place right now, but I thought I'll dump this here 🙃

#poets on tumblr #poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #original poem #poets corner #poetry community #mountain movers

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Monday,22 2021

Creating a journal of my school life..🙃

#university #blogging newbie #blogging #mobile blogging #college living #college #lifestyle

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@lateenight STOP... You deserve better than toxic exes...

bitches that get back with there exes while knowing there toxic

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Man I hate college...

#university #college #lifestyle #i hate college #i hate school #i hate ittttt

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Or that your dying but still drinking the poison that's killing you.

nobody told me that love felt like ripping open your lungs and trying to breathe.

#poets on tumblr #university #college #writing #what love is #what love looks like

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Periodtttttttttttttt!!!!!!!!!!

from now on, by law, no one is allowed to ask me what i plan to do with my life or about my future plans. i’ve updated my privacy policy.

#university #lifestyle #college

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"Nighttime Tears"

It’s only in the nighttime

when the sky weeps it’s inky tears

and the moon and stars come to share in its pain

as they try endlessly and fail to comfort it..

it’s only then that I cry for you

under the weeping cloud

for it was there that we happened

when the sky wept…

i mourn for you only in the daytime

when i and the clouds mask our hurt

under blazing smiles

for it was there that you bade me our final goodbye..

as the sky weeps, so shall I

for it was under the weeping cloud that we shared it all

our first kiss, our first I love you’s

our first forevers, our first everything

for I was your little secret,

one that wasn’t good enough to be brought out during the day,

but was fit for the moonlight…

and as we mourn our hurt

wearing our mask of blazing smiles

we shall slowly put them to rest

as we were put to rest under the very light that we were never good enough for

for it was there that we ended it all

the I love you’s and swapped forevers

whispered under a weeping sky

who’s hurt I never understood

till I got hurt myself

now I wait for the nighttime to come

and for the sky to begin weeping it’s inky tears

before I can take off my mask

and cry for the moonlight love that I’ve lost

for its only in the nighttime

that I cry for you…

#poets on tumblr #poetry #poetsandwriters #university #writing #writers on tumblr #reading #sad poem #poetscommunity #poem #original poem #young poets #poets corner #poetselixir

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"The Art of Being Hopeful"

I’d rather be a soul than a body,

I’d rather be fluid than frozen,

But I’m neither of that.

I’m a body with a soul that’s lost,

I’m frozen with no chance of being fluid

Anywhere in the nearest future.

But still I hope,

That my soul will be found,

That I will melt.

That someday I’ll be able

To share my hurt,

And laugh at my fails.

And finally I’ll be a soul,

I’ll be fluid,

I’ll be free.

#poets on tumblr #poetsandwriters #poetry #writing #writers on tumblr #reading #poetscommunity #new poets corner #original poem #my poetic life #young poets #sad poem #sad poetry