as the red

and green

and purple

and gold

lit up the night,

outshining the stars,

stealing their thunder;

pouring down

like the rain,

but with colors,

and prettier

and somehow

bluer;

i looked up,

another year

came anew,

and people

cheered,

and the music

sucked,

as my insides

stilled—

empty,

unbothered.

it was getting old,

and it was getting late,

and i was growing tired;

my eyelids drooped

in defeat

and in boredom.

i asked then,

'how

are you

going to

fuck me up

this time?'

- e.d.

1 January 2018 at 9:04

Don't you ever lose

That happiness in your eyes;

Please, ignore my pain.

- e.d.

26 June 2016 at 00:04

My dear;

perhaps the cure

to my insanity;

do you even exist

in the same time

and place as I do?

Does the universe

have enough sympathy

for my isolation;

to unparallel our paths

and let them cross?

Oh love,

my everything,

my nothing,

I am stranded

between not

and wanting you

to come around

for I am afraid of becoming

the fool I am if you do;

of having the hap

to cherish

only to, alas,

lose you sometime

when I piteously am

in need of you most;

and if you do not,

my heart shall

continue to beat

for my lifeless soul

until the remnants

of courage and fortitude

deepest inside

become nothing

but empty words.

- e.d.

21 June 2016 at 10:13