that there’s nothing artistic about stability.
maybe that’s why the Sistine Chapel’s
been painted over so many times.
i want to know why it’s so intoxicating
to watch someone fall apart.
and all i ever wanted to do was create something.
be something. move people.
it’s impossible.
that which inspires us,
everything that forces us to
heave up something beautiful—
it destroys itself.
it’s destroying me.
i wanted to create something.
but what would it prove?
it’s not going to make me into anything.
and i never even got to have my baby.
even my june bug had to self destruct.
i'm fucking toxic.
anything good that comes from me
is destroyed before it ever sees the light of day.
Someone beautiful once said
"everything I made is trite and cheap
and a waste of paint,
of tape,
of time."
Author notes
suddenly it is clear to see that it is not them but me, who has lost my self-identity.
As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.
Inspired by Conor Oberst
&
the pathetic life I am forced to lead.
Pray for me
sincerly
the lost poet
before you.
Lolly needs some loving
ya'll.....
Please tell me what you think
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Oh Lolly, luv, I loved this piece of horrid realization. Of anguish over self-desruction by soul-searching. No words can describe how I, and possibly many others, have connected with with piece.


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Thankyou so much bro. Your comment meant a lot. Hope all is well with you.
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I hate to quote the same thing everyone else did but:
"i want to know why it’s so intoxicating
to watch someone fall apart"
--this is a really intriguing thought and I often wonder the same thing. I think to myself "why would someone want to hurt me the way that he/she did?" then "did they enjoy it?" and they must have to stick around to watch me slowly wither into this half shell of a human being I have become. I couldn't stand to watch someone destruct.
"Someone beautiful once said
"everything I made is trite and cheap
and a waste of paint,
of tape,
of time.""
--great ending. It's a sad piece and it's actually a good thing to realize that it's you ... you can change you ... you can't change others.
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"i want to know why it’s so intoxicating
to watch someone fall apart. "
I lurrrveee you
And I love this poem.
You're amazing doll.
Don't ever forget that.
<3333

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well, lolldoll, I LOVE YOU.
"i want to know why it’s so intoxicating
to watch someone fall apart.
and all i ever wanted to do was create something.
be something. move people.
it’s impossible. "
I feel like this all the time.
and I simply adore that song, I listened to it 3 times today, as a matter of fact.
"and i never even got to have my baby.
even my june bug had to self destruct."
that part was really sad
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♥
I love you
i dont know you
but i love you









