When you’re suffering the most,
and when you’re lost again,
let me be your GPS,
like I once was.
When you want to cry,
and when you feel like you can’t go on,
we can go to the park,
and sing our favourite songs.
And once you get back on your feet,
feel free to forget me,
even though I’ll still be here,
for when this starts all over again.
I'm a 24year old Philosophy professor from Macedonia that usually writes poetry and short stories that help me express my feelings towards people, events, life in general. Every person in the poems is a combination of traits from the people I know. Follow me on Blogarama
22 May, 2018
16 May, 2018
I tried watching "City Lights" once but all I could think of through out the first five minutes of the film was about the time you used your flashlight cause the city lights were out
Fuck this city,
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.
I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.
So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.
What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.
I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.
I won't stay in it,
these streets are so narrow,
as we're passing by them,
on Friday nights,
I can barely remember.
I swear I meant well,
when we yelled and we shouted,
our love was ignited,
I thought it went well.
So hurry once more,
don't want to be on my own,
oh no,
I don't want to be on my own.
What a summer,
endless bummer,
cause now I'm all alone.
I swear I meant well,
it didn't go well,
I swear I meant well,
I'm sorry for the living hell.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
alone,
anxiety,
Asocial,
city,
depression,
friday night,
hell,
old crush
15 May, 2018
It took me years to figure out that you aren't supposed to open up "spam" messages on your email, I honestly thought I was talking to a prince from Africa (Maybe that's why you don't reply to my messages)
Northern style of an Eastern smile,
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.
Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.
Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.
a five foot neat pile with an artistic style,
gorgeous human,
friendship trial,
twice it expired,
but my love was hard-wired.
Four years prior,
thoughts in denial,
you changed my music style,
it used to be vile.
Now that you're gone,
moved to Japan,
I realized what you meant,
I realized what you meant.
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
Aya,
comfort zone,
depression,
friendship,
smile
Will the white board still be white once the colour of the markers successfully blended in with the board (Are you still a "white board" once you get influenced by the people around you)
I sit around just wasting my days,
thinking about your selfish ways,
so I tried to write a poem about you,
but it keeps being about the person I once knew.
Innocent face,
you just walk with such grace,
yet you are a mess,
ruined in a slow pace.
Trust issues is all you have,
so you blame it on my behalf.
Journey,
through my,
shattered dreams of my love.
Journey,
through my,
past if that's what you want.
I hope you know that I loved you,
and till this day I swear it's true,
but I want you to move on,
cause of all the things I "haven't" done.
thinking about your selfish ways,
so I tried to write a poem about you,
but it keeps being about the person I once knew.
Innocent face,
you just walk with such grace,
yet you are a mess,
ruined in a slow pace.
Trust issues is all you have,
so you blame it on my behalf.
Journey,
through my,
shattered dreams of my love.
Journey,
through my,
past if that's what you want.
I hope you know that I loved you,
and till this day I swear it's true,
but I want you to move on,
cause of all the things I "haven't" done.
03 May, 2018
Couldn't think of a name earlier when you were sitting next to me so I'll just leave it like this and call it "Nameless" or even less than that
It's been a minute,
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.
Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!
since you last said goodbye,
I just really hope,
that you'll never ever cry.
I know you're wrong,
yet I'll never tell you why,
trust me when I say,
I would much rather die.
Hold on,
let me breath for a moment,
you say life's too short,
but I really don't feel that,
nights don't pass,
my head is such a mess.
For the love of...
let me get some rest!
Labels: Stories, Poems 'n stuff
comfort,
Crush,
depression,
depressive,
goodbye,
love life,
teen life
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