Mundane Quotes

funny how people praise you and eulogise you when your dead, and not when you're alive.

I have painted and I have sang

I have played guitar with these hands

I have loved but never hated 

For I am afraid to be judged by every breath I have taken

For if life is just awaiting my death 

Shouldn’t I close my eyes and hope to not open them again

For even if the world were to come to an end,

You would find me sitting with a book and a pen.

I would stare into the heart of the flame and write,

While you would be screaming in your disruptive cries.

For a poet is fascinated by the chaos caused,

And someone has to make sure that the generations to come remember,

i saw a father help his daughter get through the monkey bar 

cant remember the last time i was in the same place as her 

i can still see the sky as clear as yesterday but it feels a little darker,

the clouds are all friends with each other but they never talk to me 

just like the girls who i invited to my party,

its been a while since i made someone laugh 

wouldn't think this much if today was my last

Its smiling through the teeth that make ur tongue bleed

Air is filled with the scent of ur mothers cream

And the boy you never loved knows all about ur screams

The curtains make the sunlight gleam pink

And the floor in littered with paper dreams and quite sins

The father who never loved anyone wants to be treated as a king

Its torn dresses and long sleeves

And wounds that never seem to heal

But home is not supposed to feel like wanting to leave

The fallen strawberries from the garden lay on the table

No amount of good grades can prove that ur stable

You’ll cut and slash yourself just to be likeable

Its wanting to be loved but too ashamed to ask 

While hiding behind a flowery delicate mask

Hoping the stormy nights wont last

Its polished nails and scratches on the wall

Berry flavoured lipsticks and unable to talk on phone calls

Sticky notes with red hearts and wanting to get lost on a walk

Its tangled long brown hair and muffled weeps 

Staring at the doll with Stary eyes and red puffy cheeks

Wanting to ask the world “am I not enough for u to please?”

Looking at adulthood through a window with innocent eyes

a dear on was ill 

they said the plaque had struck

once again we were reminded of our existence in this world 

that we were not here forever on this earth 

as we were standing in grief and praying in cries 

I saw death dressed in white 

standing near the corpse giving it a smile

giving an aura that everything was going to be alright 

I saw a soul leaf and take their hand 

they both disappeared in one glance

I was curious to see where they had gone but I knew it wasn't my time 

tell them how I lived,

before you tell them how I died.

tell them about the way I smiled,

before you tell them how i cried.

I hope they know how I love,

before they know how I hate.

for even though I crave destruction,

you hand me a container asking me to shrink 

from the head to toe, become small enough to just fill to the brink

my mother used to say never bite my nails through my teeth

now u ask me to bite my tongue even as it bleeds 

i became clay shaped and fitted into all the sizes u pleased 

now i ask u to leave me be

for if i am too much to be heard and seen

maybe tonight I'll have the urge to cry,

the broken pieces I collected the week will be enough this time,

this time I'll have the shame to whine about my life.

maybe tonight I'll cry

tonight I won't force a smile and try to shove the pain inside,

tonight I'll wet my pillow with my teary eyes,

tonight I won't swallow my screams

and I will weep till sunrise.

I'll cure my bloodshot eyes in the morning,

she says to the mirror in the hallway,

I love you in ways the poets haven't written about yet,

so I became one of them.