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 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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Untitled
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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I've got some tricks up my sleeves.
Try me and I'll gladly show you.
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
Morgan
all this regret & loneliness has been getting to my head. hey would you mind if i spent the night in your bed? when it's over, neither of us will attempt to call, but a moment is still better than no time at all
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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"hi...yes...it's rachel...yes I'm doing fine, how about you? good, good... yes, i know it's late, and I'm really sorry, but there's something you should know..."
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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Something
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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You've attracted me like no other lover.
You were my first, and last love.
I took you for granted
forgot that building blocks only last
as long as their makers do
and we were doomed.
Fragile enough to shatter
under the weight of a single atom,
foolish of me to think you wouldn't
be crushed under the sheer mass
of impending forevers.

Sometimes, we just aren't happy
with what we've got.
Now as I burn,
so do our bridges,
and what we are left with,
merely ashes.
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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5w
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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5w
Your smile pains me...*STOP
But also, don't stop...
It's so beautiful...
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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Adoration
 Nov 2015 Krusty Aranda
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I hate the way I look at you...
with loving eyes and kind thoughts...
you'd think that everything you and I have done would
sway my thoughts about you or change the way that I look at you,
but instead it has only made me grow even fonder of you and I'm not
really sure how I should go about handling this.

But whatever I do, just know that I am fond of you and that
I adore you.
Not about anyone in particular, just feeling adoration and love since last night.
 Oct 2015 Krusty Aranda
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 Oct 2015 Krusty Aranda
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His lips caressed mine and it reminded me that not everyone is like you.
Sadly this isn't about the same "he" I have been writing about for awhile.
When the leaves first start to change,
I know I have been warned.
Winter is on it's way and soon
I'll be forced to take refuge
from my thoughts, and the cold
that will try to slip into my bones
and rattle me to the core.

Though I've never been diagnosed,
I'm almost certain its true,
seasonal affective disorder lies
dormant in my veins
waiting for the first autumn breeze,
the first winter flurry,
the first ******* signal to send me
into yet another yearly downward spiral,
only difference now
is I'm becoming more aware of the signs.

Sometimes I can't sleep at night
and some mornings I struggle to open my eyes.
Mid lesson, my mind will wander,
taking me down dark pathways
cobblestone streets too often strolled down
by those who've yet to find a way around
the mind gripping struggle that is
Pumpkin Spice Latte commercials,
and fuzzy ******* sweaters.

These things that are supposed to bring comfort only bring me down.
Winter is coming.. for those of you who struggle with this as well, stay strong.
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