Author Archives: bisexualaries

dreams a wonderful thing until they invade reality reality a wonderful thing until it invades a dream

i feel emptiness in my chest a hole that can’t be filled after i lost her

i feel useless like i’m a burden am i wrong? hurting puzzled heart confused brain they stopped communicating now i can’t explain my pain

Maybe she’ll learn to accept others’ faults and let us live our lives or not. After all it seems to her that our lives are hers Right at the end of the line she follows us to the final conclusion I’m nearing the promontory might have to jump off just to escape her At myContinue reading “Maria”

“you’re being different just to stand out you aren’t quirky get over yourself” they ignore your cry for help and say that you are looking for attention they will never know or feel or hear the pain in your brain what they ignore is how you want to be like them not surreal how youContinue reading “unavoidable”

I am alone flowing around the embers of my mind they dot the dark sky moved by the winds of memories a single moment of serenity in a world made of shadows they glow like fireflies but hurricanes will take away their glow

people won’t read signs handed to them on a platter made of silver, or gold it will never really matter look straight through them, draw the curtain look at what doesn’t matter but they still want an explanation refuse to see the signal that I have on my blinker plow through the path ignore theContinue reading “signs”

ask for something to write with get handed a pencil ask why it’s not a pen, but can’t just be thankful hand them a pencil why isn’t there an eraser? ask why it isn’t sharp it turned me into a pacer don’t see the chips, cracks, and flaws ask why it gave them a splinterContinue reading “splinter”

I write poetry to express how I am feeling. I see a therapist, but I only see her every 2 weeks, and many breakdowns can happen in 2 weeks. So not all of my poetry rhymes, some are really long, some are really short, and some are stupid. But I’m trying to raise my selfContinue reading “A Preface To Stupidity”