The spring breeze, it makes my eyes water.
I listen to songs that make me cry harder,
As melancholy as the birdsong and the owl "who".
I try to shut the world out.
So many hypocrites, and I'm one too--
Ignoring the faces that I chant for.
Thought I had more time, time to explore.
I think it's as meaningful
As an automatically-generated Sim.
Wish I could act like it, teach me how.
Why not, the world's ending now.
Laying in laze and inaction,
I even let my succulents die.
I gulp from a cup of nostalgia--
It acts like a drug but skips the high.
So much torment in the present--
I think the past is where the joy went.
Self-harming by staying up as late as my eyes will allow--
Why not, the world's ending now.
Shitposting like a philosophical doorbell,
The news and the night make me wanna rebel.
Why not, the world's ending now.
A/N: Written in spring 2020, specifically March, I think. That context probably makes sense, huh?
Anyway, I may or may not add any more poems to this book after this one. I currently don't have any other poems that I like enough to add, but when I eventually write more, I might add them. I hope you've enjoyed, and thanks so much for reading this far!
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The World's Ending Now
PoetryPoem anthology made up of my poems from the past few years. Sometimes dark, sometimes meaningful, sometimes random.
