I know you but you don't know me, dude.I like anon, the picture for it makes me look super cool and mysterious. But I think that's the point of anon. What school are you going too? What is your major? You should write about me dude, I can be your inspiration. Write about that annoying dude with the pictures in the shade that's name anonymous.


You’re right, it is pretty cool dude. As for college, I attend Bryant University for International Business; it’s a great school for any business major. Unless you’re going to Harvard then just stay there. And dude, maybe someday I will. I’ll write about a chill dude that leaves me messages anonymously. He’s not annoying though, dude he’s mysterious and cool.

I’m supposed to be young
And feel restless but
I’m tired of wondering whether
Or not someone will ever
Love me —
And worse,
If I would ever find someone
I want to love

I haven’t heard from you in
261 days and tomorrow
will add another 24 hours
to the total time
we have spent away from each other.
More memories will be forgotten,
more words will be left unsaid.
Soon your name
will no longer taste bitter on the tip of my tongue and
my existence
will be as important as
that penny you dropped on the sidewalk.

I only needed to hear 
the first note of our song 
for you to linger
all day somewhere 
in the back of my mind.

I’m trying to forget the lyrics
but that means forgetting you.
Seems pretty impossible.
So I continue to hum the melody,
all the while hating how 
such a beautiful song
could cause so much pain.

you make yourself out to be
an unfinished duet. but
if only you could step back,
one step,
two steps,
and listen
to the harmony
that makes up every surface of your skin
– consonance –
and those crimson tint on your cheeks,
then you’d realize that you were never unfinished.
nor were you ever a duet.
you are a beautiful melody
that has a life of its own
and it’s a shame that
so many are unable to appreciate your true artistry,

but that only means that for us who do,
we’re the lucky ones to have heard your sound.
I love you.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
Kuba Wojewodzki, Polish journalist and comedian

You display constellations
so proudly on your skin
that sometimes I’m afraid
there won’t be any room
left for me

it’s so easy to think ourselves
as the victim when in truth
we’re nothing but lonely assassins
set out to scour the ruins
of Greats and mindlessly
claim what sometimes isn’t ours
The dark side of humanity