Isnt It Amazing?

Isn’t it Amazing?

Isn’t it amazing, That after four whole years, I still light up when I see you?

Isn’t it amazing, That even when the day is at the worst it can be, You still make it the best one yet?

Isn’t it amazing, After almost half a decade, We’ve never had anything to fight about?

After four whole years, Five if you count before that forgotten date, That one I think we said was in May,

I still cross that bridge, Walk down those stairs, And light up like the stars you compared me to.

When we sit, And you eat the same lunch and I swallow the same nothing, I still surround myself in every word you say.

My face still hurts from smiling so hard, My brain is still smothered by every thought of you, My skin aches for another feeling of you.

When we walk our separate ways for the day, I still reach out my hand for you, And regret ever letting you go.

I still want to hold you forever, I still want to laugh over dumb little things, I still want to see you, day after day.

Isn’t that amazing? (This poem is talking about a different person than the two posted before it just so you know.) 

I miss you so badly but I dont have the strength to leave my hovel and fall into your arms.

There's no stars in your eyes,

Just the despair that followed you into the room,

Like a dog nipping at your heels

Got a new jar for my seashells! Might get the top of it painted but I dont know what to put on it. What do you guys recommend?

Yo, weird change of pace

All my witch buds out there, make yourself some freakin' lemon and salt water. It is good for nearly every protection and warding thing out there.

3 parts lemon juice

1 part salt

1 part water

Get one of them egg brush things, put in doorways, put it on windowsills, put in on mirrors, fridges, ovens, microwaves, literally anything (not plants though, not too much a fan of the salt). Soak things in it (wooden things are great for it!), bless your jewelry with it (make sure they can handle the acidity first though), clean your freaking floors with it! It's all purpose, baby!

Can you even deal? 'Cause I cant!

Making it Big (Blackout Poem)

Deal some cards Play a round  Share a bottle of whiskey  Bet a few cigarettes 

Convicts at the back of the room,  Huddled together and whispering  He had made it this close He’d been Slowly making his way Intending on making it big

Life has a funny way of throwing you a curve ball

Tell me why you got locked in here Toss a shot back Win the game Work for it

Everything could always be worse

(Thank you to Yuki Sylmaer to writing an amazing work and allowing me to make a blackout poem out of it!)