Burnout, hi. - a original song I'll post on yt someday ig.
It's eleven O three,
After 9 hours of studies,
And I'm finally free.
So I open up my tablet,
To draw something cool,
But the grey background,
Of my sketch is like "nope."
I guess I'll just curl up,
And cry myself to sleep.
I make is stupid (stupid) or ugly (ugly)
With a drought of creativity,
With a glout on face,
I say "burnout,hi"
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Also this is not the whole thing I have 2 more paragh I didn't post cuz I don't trust some people 0-0.
These colours so vivid,
Tattoos with hidden meanings
The riots and parades;
We rise in crusades.
A love thicker than blood
A march towards freedom,
Strength in our scars
And pride in our flags.
The legacy of our past
And the beauty of our drag,
A truth so loud
We'll be making history.
All that I am is confined shadows
And bleeding rainbows;
A spark so insignificant
But I'll start a revolution.
~Ag and ps (@aaftaaab and @burn-like-starss )
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I have this trait in my personality
And its always brought me fatality
This weird urge to be different
Something I didn't want to confront;
Its made me a contrast to the cliché society model,
But the pressure that was put on me for breaking the society rules made me waddle.
For once I thought I would feel good about myself,
I thought I would be unique
But I was just another society leak.
So they tried to fix me, fit me in their mould
Told me to stay in line and life would be bliss,
But I wasn't going to fall for their fool's gold
I knew I couldn't live in that dark abyss.
~Ag and ps (@church-of-burnt-romances and @burn-like-starss )
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Your never did like it when I wrote
Nor when I dressed in all-black,
Always said you hated my guts
And that it wasn't too appropriate.
I know I was never the one for you,
But I loved you all the same
Even when you compared me to her;
I was your lover yet she was the saint.
You're gone now, but I'm still thinking of you
Wondering how you'd see me now,
Cause I've changed a lot and I know you have, too
But I'm still wearing all-black.
~Ag and ps (@church-of-burnt-romances and @burn-like-starss)
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Will you hold your breath when anxiety knocks on your door?
Will you portal into a wishing well on a cloudland tucked away in your capillaries? Will you try to speak when the shards of broken wind chimes clog your pulmonary arteries?
Will you swing on the pulley like a trapeze artist at the Jumbo Circus you begged Ma to visit? Will your hands spiral like Icarus when you are sun-kissed?
When your thought trains have a nervous breakdown, there is a stampede of passengers in your windpipe. When humans read the poetry of the Earth to keep themselves alive. When your passions are folded by society like secret school notes. When an off-key Moonlight Sonata bathes in your throat. Then, please proceed as follows:
What if I am forgotten after death
I guess I'll never leave a mark
On pages of this world
I'll probably be dot of ink.
I won't have statues cast after myself
I won't be known as someone who changed the world
I won't remembered as great or kind
Because I'm forgettable
My name craved in the wood
Will get weathered away
With time and development
Just like my existence
I try to do things that are good
But these end up in flames
I can't do memorable things
Because everything I touch is suddenly cursed
And forgotten away.