letshangup

[letshangup]

My mind is a chamber of sentences unspoken,

withheld from the world like sacred secrets.

My mouth is full of an incoherent river,

Speaking, yet saying nothing at all.

#poetry #bad poetry #shitpost #thoughts

[letshangup]

I am unable to do anything but watch,

As life spins around me.

I am a spectator,

A passenger in my own car.

I am a puppet,

Yet I am the master.

An unmovable object has met an unstoppable force.

My heart wages war on my brain,

Tearing me apart.

I am unable to do anything but watch,

As I fall into the ruins of who I used to be.

#poetry #bad poetry #sorry for being depressing

[letshangup]

My love is vast,

As beautiful as the sun.

Tame my heat,

With rose tinted glasses.

Love me more,

And your heart will sing.

To the sky you gaze,

Longing for me,

Yet not as much as I long for you.

I hold you close, my love yet untold.

#poetry #bad poetry #romance #shitpost #i was drunk #sorry not sorry

[letshangup]

God gives his hardest battle to his strongest soldiers.  God watches with amusement as I fight with myself, struggling to break myself down into shards of vulnerability that I will give away to the faceless beings of the court and watch cruelly as I pray to him- the same God who damned me- that I have exposed myself enough. I pray that I have broken myself enough, struggled against myself enough, and given away enough pieces of myself that the Judge, who watches me with a painfully critical gaze, decides that I have given enough.  I pray that the Judge and the Jury feast on my vulnerability, and are satisfied with my extravagant display of self inflicted agony,  and I wonder if I will be able to piece myself together again, and be God’s strongest soldier.  

#poetry #symbolism #homework #i'm procrastinating #this is literally written about a university assignment

[letshangup]

Seeing those tiktoks of people saying if they participated in the hunger games they'd jump off that platform during the countdown and die, but me personally i'd stay bc why so many of yall jumping off?? This is an easy win strat

#hunger games

[letshangup]

savour me so you won’t forget the lingering taste of regret filling you and tainting your soul with the mold of mine.

#poetry #poetic #romance

[letshangup]

Sometimes i start thinking then i don't

#shitpost #comedian

[letshangup]

i am filled with elegance, grace and abnormal amounts of distaste

#poetry #edgy

[letshangup]

Would you still love me if my heart was occupied by burning rage?

Untouchable, yet hypnotic like the sun?

Would you still hold me

despite the agony

despite the burns?

Or would you be the snow that suffocates me,

And turn your back on my dying embers?

#poetry #romance

[letshangup]

My heart grows cold

as I embrace

the dying embers of anger

that were once an untamed fire.

#poetry

[letshangup]

I just want to see the stars.

#shitpost #stars #space

[letshangup]

“Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling”

—Oscar Wilde

[letshangup]

To love what cannot be loved is but a death sentence.  To allow oneself to succumb to overwhelming affection,  To one who is unforgivable,  unloyal,  unaffectionate,  is mere torture.

#bad poetry

[letshangup]

When I die,  There will be no flowers at my funeral. No hanging heads with glass tears,  Nor will there be cries of grief and anguish.  At my funeral, the ears will be deaf,  and the all seeing prideful eyes will be swallowed by guilt.  When I die,

#bad poetry

[letshangup]

Bestow upon me the lies of victory this city was built upon.

[letshangup]

Bask in the humiliation of those who have wronged you.

They will not make the same mistake twice. 

[letshangup]

The fall of the sun.

Feeling the sun caress your cold body. Watching the water glitter charismatically. Breath taking. Admire from afar, no matter how tempting. The air can suddenly be felt,  pushing. You feel alive. Freedom. The sun’s comfort is intoxicating, thrilling. You want more.  You cannot get enough.  Closer, more. So close, yet so far. The warmth slipping away, grazing your fingertips in goodbye. Falling.  Throat right and raw.  The sun was nothing but a false sense of security.  Nothing but sweltering heat and final breaths.  Nothing but a boy plummeting to the cold embrace waiting below. Nobody can touch the sun, it is alone. 

#poetry #icarus greek mythology #icarus #greek mythology #bad poetry