Let me just show you the beautiful view from my bedroom. I was studying and glanced at the window to see this and I was just like ”woooow”.
Get up, eat, work, study, come home, eat, shower and sleep.
It’s killing you every day. The routine is getting the best of
you and all you can think about is running away.
Change is all you’ve been craving since the day you were
born because you always felt you weren’t here to be
like the rest – working to pay bills and rent.
You strive towards something but the world is pushing
you down. They even make you doubt your path, they
are trying to make you bow down to their illusion of a happy life.
Even when that voice in your head becomes louder than ever
run to the nearest exit and stand on the fresh air until
you remember why you came here and what you want to be.
Remember everything you’ve been through to move
this inch closer to you goal and don’t let it be for nothing.
Don’t let those scars tell a story of you giving up.
Don’t think you’re not good enough because you can’t
measure up to what they have. Next to you, they’re the
poor ones because they don’t have the drive that you have.
They don’t know what’s it like to have nothing but you
do. A fall will never hurt you because you’ve been to the
bottom before and you’ve got the skills to pull yourself up on your own.
If they had any brain they wouldn’t laugh at your face.
They would be scared because a player that has nothing to lose
but has his mind set on the prize is a dangerous one.
Live, work, love, smile, yell, cry, dance, fall, get up – don’t just exist.
Gosh, I never thought I’d say this but this week has just gone by. It’s like it was Monday yesterday. Mondays are yucky but it’s Friday today. I only have two lectures and then I’m going to have lunch and on Saturday I’m going to party! Hope you’re having a great day and later today I’m going to upload a new poem. Stay tuned 😀
So, my head is killing me and I want to kill myself because of it. I also have 3 classes today that last an hour and a half each and I don’t have any kind of rest in between. This day will never end. It’s loud music o’clock because otherwise I’m going to fall asleep on the bus.
It’s been a long time since I’ve
literally put pen to paper. I
forgot how it felt to actually create
something further away from the keyboard.
I forgot how I loved the thrill of writing until
my hand hurt and feeling every single word
I engraved into my notebooks.
I just forgot the little things I used to love.
Everything became artificial and everything
became an empty appearance with no
deeper meaning or sense.
The world became a machine that orders
the course of our lives but don’t let it
take the passion that’s within you.
Steal a piece of time and make something
beautiful out of it. Be a thief for a while and live
a few moments on the run. Just hide from the
world until you remember all the little things
you used to love.
Don’t ever forget them or let them just pass you by.
I’ll just sit here, light up another one
and celebrate the fact I was saved in time.
You saved me from drowning in a mediocre
love. Thank you for that.
Well I’m glad you settled for her because I
was a big wind for your weak little wings.
You searched for a woman that will laugh
at everything you say and behave like she doesn’t
have a brain in her head.
She’s going to give you what you need
and I’ll give you two a few weeks before
you realize that I was the best thing you had.
I’ll give you a few weeks to come crawling back
to my arms and then I’m going to knock you down.
Tell me what it feels like to know you just
let me slip out of your arms? Tell me what it
feels like to have that plastic puppet under your
arm? Please explain to me how you’ll recover
from this mistake and tell me what it
feels like to know I’m the best thing you could have had.
Maybe you keep a smile on your face but at the
end of the day I’m the one you want in your bed.
At the end of the day you admit to yourself that
her touch can’t do what my single look could.
I don’t even want to imagine what she would
feel if she knew you’d rather be crawling at
my feet than be with her. This is no song by
a woman scorned this is just me saying: Goodbye
honey, you settled for less and you’ll regret it.
So much pressure tearing up
your mind now. What should you
do and what’s the next right step
to take? Honey you lost the upper hand.
I’m dealing the cards and your hands
are shaking. I called your bluff when you
went all in with your lies and you lost
not only me but your pride.
You have no aces up your sleeve and
you’re the one playing a losing game now.
I’m not a beginner, I’m not learning – I
became the teacher the harder way.
This isn’t a poker face you see, this is me.
You made this. My coldness is your work
of art and I really hope you’re proud for
making me this numb.
I lost every game with you but I’ll win
this one and then we are done. Show your
cards now, I’m not scared. I’m playing with
a straight flush.
P.S. So this is what happened. My FB page was deleted for some reason and I had 2000 fans. I’m trying to get back on my feet so could you help me a little with pressing like.