it arrives, as silent
as an unspoken word.

to everything
there is a reason.
it arrives,

the dying season.

lay me down
where summer
once warmed the earth.

cover me with
the remnants
of your birth.

let me rest
deep within your womb,
as my mother
now becomes my tomb.

I will wait
for Spring’s sweet siren song,
when I will be
once more
where I belong.

Backwards

poemswrittenbyateen:

Sometimes I think I was born backwards,
I came out my mother the wrong way.
The clocks reverse constantly
And all I can hear is the ticking;
The continuous ticking that sets my teeth on edge.
I hear words go past me backwards
And everyone expects me to be able to understand
But I can’t make out a single thing
And they’re staring at me,
Expecting everything
But I understand nothing
And I understand everything
And it’s driving me insane
I wanted to talk, to explain
But you wouldn’t listen
And you wouldn’t understand so what’s the use?
What’s the use of trying when in reality none one really cares?
I used to think of the past
And all the happy memories I have locked up in my head
And all the bad memories that roam inside my skull
And then I remember not to get attached to moments.
Good or bad they all pass.
Sometimes I wish I had never been born,
I should have stayed inside my mother,
Never to come out.
Being a human is getting too complicated.
Being a person is getting too complicated.
Being alive is getting too complicated,
I could be dead in a second,
Everything is so fragile
Everything is too fragile.
I want to stop thinking
But it doesn’t work
And the clocks are ticking backwards
And the words are written backwards.
And the people I should love I hate
And the people I hate…
I want to feel something
But I feel nothing.

I wrote this so apologies 

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