Life was on our tongues. (my poem)

Optimism
That world has been coming up in my mind continually.
I wrote optimism on our bridge and it held 10 cups
(more than I thought it would possible).
I seriously think it had a impact on it.
I'm starting to think that optimism is the best way to waste time on something.
It's way more productive than my usual worrying
and making up terrible scenarios in my head.

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Her eyes resting on the dreams of her and him.
Those sweet thoughts upon the tip of her tongue.
But the melody haunting her pleasures,
was everything to fear,
that horrid sound murdering those memories.
Nightmares crawling from the womb.
their breathing turning your bones into dust.
as the wind scatters them into the air.
All is lost, hid behind fate.
But I feel his presence, it still remains.

^^yup i JUST wrote that.

i think i found that i have two inspirations?
hmmm i know my writing makes no sense.
its just sentences.
my sentences.
that I am quite proud of.
I still admit that I use to write MUCH better,
but so far my creative flow is coming back to me again.
Hopefully SOON it will return for good?

:] I feel like writing quite a long post today,
mainly for the fact that I have nothing else to do tonight and that im waiting for somebody to get on the computer. And this blog, i have to say is the perfect distraction.