not a good sign

you don't have your head on straight
because you left it by the bed this morning

and indigo veins trace paper thin skin

hoping for better weather and shorter days
but you hate the weather
and the headlines

lost in a nonchalant smile
and a pocket of unnamed pills
laced with fever dreams

engulfed in red
but you're blue on the inside and it's creeping to the outside

battered knuckles, bloodied and  bruised
is the perfect color to match you other wounds

saying good morning to the dead
too busy counting shadows
to notice the sun went down an hour ago

poking bruises that showed up out of nowhere
sleeping with shoes on

these aren't good sign

FIVE things i'm hoping to accomplish in october but the odds of that are slim to none BECAUSE I'M SUPER LAZY but i'm cool with that

1: BE A LOT MORE ORGANIZED WITH SCHOOL (and life but we're taking baby steps okie)

All my notes look like a blind rat wrote them and when you're taking a test it's pretty difficult, I just want readable notes that's literally all I want.

2:HAVE A BETTER SENSE OF STYLE

Pretty much all I wear is skinny jeans that are also baggy (I don't know why) and oversized t-shirts, which is cool but at seventeen I get mistaken for a Freshman so I should probably dress like I'm seventeen

3: BECOME OK-ISH AT MAKEUP

I'm getting mistaken for a Freshman and also my brother.

Not a good combo.

4:RUN A LOT MORE

Honestly just workout more in general but I really need to run a lot more, like a lot.

5:BE MORE OPTIMISTIC

Having a pessimist point of view is a drag.

SEPTEMBER PLAYLIST

Nevermind

another misguided ghost with a fist to the sky

screaming in outrage about the cards it has been dealt

a semi conscious mind hoping to sleep it off for another night

headlights bathing his room with sickly yellow hue

and that borderline personality flaw in their mind

keeps you waiting in the line

we just see a empty list of self confessed loses

left out in the sunlight

bleached and faded

you're rushing to the road just to run back inside

and in any way, shape or form

please let me know if you're grateful

because i honestly don't know

you wrote your apology with colored pencils and primary construction paper

that's just narcissistic behavior

hiding behind kitchen blinds

because you're too afraid to open them and

you're no help

you're no help

all i see is a loose fitting t-shirt hanging off your already too slim frame

and there you go

rushing towards that busy road