Liviwaslost - Liviwaslost

After the Fall

Why does my heart have to race

While I’m trying to get there in fast pace

I start to fall like a shooting star in outer space

Barely having enough time to truly brace

Falling down the stairs hitting the campus concrete

Laying in the bitter tasting stone cold defeat

Wishing I was a agile cat that landed on their feet

I get up angrily deciding not to cowardly retreat

Why is my heart always seemingly stuck in a race

Screaming at me as if I’m a statue stuck in place

Feeling like shattered glass on the concrete face

I continue to walk forward despite my lack of grace

I was at my lowest on the hard rough ash floor

Yet I still rose to rush out the heavy door

Even if my ankle has begun to ache and be sore

I chose to race to move onward evermore

I fell down the stairs today lmao

You Don’t know

I know you far greater than you believe

Which you will never ever perceive

For I must be oh-so naive

No matter the feats I achieve

I’ll never be the sage of your desire

For I am not a bush of fire

For I am not a red handed liar

Nor is it something I would ever admire

Everyone says yours intentions are altruistic

Even if your words are disgustingly simplistic

Always interrupting me when I’m just being realistic

Acting like I’m the one being cruel and antagonistic

You get up to leave whining about not being wanted

Before you left I was cowardly taunted

Your cruel question has left my mind daunted

I’m shakingly still as my heart is haunted

I couldn’t answer your question then and I won’t now

I absolutely refuse to quietly submit and bow

You’ll forget that this all happened anyhow

As I sit angrily wishing that I could forget somehow

The Heart

Oh what is the heart

Passionately beating in the chest

Lying in the creation of art

Most akin to the souls crest

Hearthstone of the body and mind

Where warm hardy flesh lies

Center of vitality for all kind

The reason we continue to rise

Oh what is the heart

The lifeblood of all needed protest

Often ignored by oppressors in part

Heavy closed hitter in the oppressed

The heart is many things to find

Whether an organ or symbol to the wise

Perception changing as it becomes more defined

Never perfectly clear where it truly lies

Long boi

what is this thang

Says the vampire -_-

Bet vampires would hate garlic powder.

Cyclical Sorries

The words slip out before I can even think

Heavy breathed words I can never forget

Its pressure makes my heavy heart sink

Even if I gave myself the threat

I’ll deliver endless expressions of regret

Until I feel myself becoming an anxious pink

Never fully realizing the weight of emotional debt

Falling under it all as I shrink

I’ll say my sad sorry with a loud clink

As my body is crushed from fret

I barely avoid it with a shameful slink

Even with this chance I know it will all reset

Fuzzy boi

Gay little dragon thing

I BEG of you, brain. Please.

🧠: 😌☕️