Jonat Lazlo
Bio
An article writer passionate about uncovering hidden mysteries. I delve into captivating stories, from ancient enigmas to unexplained phenomena. Beyond my investigative work, I love poetry, which adds a lyrical touch to my writing.
Stories (3/0)
Imperfect Maya
Is there some thing incorrect with you a unfastened screw or two that ruins your capability to feature why are you continually so worn-out your lifestyles is uninspired and small all you do is sprawl on the sofa with outstretched limbs like a sloth in sluggish action where is your devotion to be triumphant Maya did it waft out your window with a smoke from your weed do I have to force-feed you self-discipline until you sooner or later concede I prepare dinner and I easy and I do not quit until the soles of my toes bleed however I'm high-quality I'm best be best Maya be ideal like me cease carrying these god-awful ripped pants and that lipstick like a [ __ ] with double D implants you solely get one hazard end performing like a cat with 9 lives left give up committing your self to songs and testimonies and spoken slam [ __ ] in a world the place ranges and PhDs obstruct the want for poetry and end chewing on your nails no marvel you have by no means attracted any adult males why do you do that do you like the style are they candy you cannot devour sweets Amaya you are ruining your enamel like you are ruining your existence my tooth are ideal easy and pristine they gleam like the golden halo above my flawlessly conditioned head I do not want sugar Maya I am above sugar what are you down right here Maya why are you down here when you want to be up right here up right here with the ones who have a promising profession who pay attention when data goes in one yr and would not come out the different you may in no way be up right here Maya you act as if the act of listening is a crime or you would have heard me the 666 time I advised you to quit chewing on your nails cease chewing on your nails like a goddamn piece of trash you can not be trash Maya you have to be best be best like me I get up at 5 in the morning each day I begin my day the equal way concerned that I'll give way as my bones begin to decay from cleansing up your scraps why is your room such a mess the garments go in the impede Maya now not displayed on your mattress like your lack of morals no longer littered on the flooring gathering greater dirt than my withered expectations you brush aside my guidelines with cussed contempt in a substandard try at teenage rise up however you cannot be a rebellion Maya you are no longer fascinated sufficient you want to obey and say sure and k you want to do it with a smile on your much less than common face you want to strive more difficult Maya make it wider Maya why do not you recognize that a smile you disappoint me Maya you in no way recognize what I do for you you by no means tried to be a winner and you by no means devour your dinner you by no means consume the dinner I persistently supply for you as I continuously remind you of the existence I set apart for you that meal would not pay for itself I do not care if it is perfect end telling me how you sense you want to consume it consume it all consume it at a sensible time with a glass of milk you want milk Maya you want calcium like you want a catalyst for increase you will in no way develop to be tall be tall like me I drink my milk Maya drink your [ __ ] milk be tall be ideal be best like me you want to pay extra interest Maya give up daydreaming Maya cease staring at the ceiling as if you are one redeeming excellent lies hidden in the plaster you want to arrange your lifestyles your lifestyles is a catastrophe simply like your room simply like your tooth simply like your future which will soon come to an cease if you do not put down that pen you want to cease writing Maya your existence is now not a e book do not supply me that seem oh yeah I'm simply making an attempt to assist you I'm simply attempting to love you I'm simply making an attempt to love you you have to let me love you so you can be best be best like me
By Jonat Lazlo3 days ago in Art
The truth has three sides
I drink my espresso black each morning,I like how searching at you makes me sense twice I requested to kiss you the 2nd time there used to be a lump in my throat I like to agree with it was once a metaphor a undeniable tumor is all it was once I have woken up appeared in the reflect and thinking ok I seem precise these days if I am late it is due to the fact I do not understand how to layout time reduce to me blushing laughing of direction we had been no full moon in my poems you are the dream of you the falling stars are simply glitter simply heaps of tiny LED lights poured down from the sky that July used to be a furnace that minded its very own enterprise the following June used to be simply 30 days the moon used to be a strawberry it wasn't the tablets the shadows on the ceiling weren't dancing once more I used to be on foot backwards when I met you you are now not the first boy who I wrote into existence or cherished that thinking unties my shoelaces as soon as we had been a crescent moon weightless as a smile I love you nonetheless I'm now not sorry I do not favor to write about you anymore so let's see how lengthy we can go except speakme this time if we honestly strive possibly I will forget about your birthday I leave out you however I do not want you had been right here to thanks for clapping - you do not like espresso you like what it does to your physique you like the way espresso makes your physique sense so you take your cream and sugar with espresso I'm now not positive why you kissed me lower back the first time I suspect you appreciated what it did to your physique you appreciated the way my kiss made your physique experience as soon as I let you wrap your arms round my neck to sense the tumor arrive my throat like an elevator you put on sweat shorts and I nonetheless choose to [ __ ] you once you gave me a bouquet of purple roses or was once it a fury of your puckered lips when your elbow determined mine in that crowd after a 12 months of our mouths now not speakme I used to be no longer joyful to see you I was once relieved as soon as you stated a man or woman is both a peacekeeper or a pot-stirrer assume about that for a 2nd we each knew which I am I guess you assume you are a peacekeeper I wager you suppose magicians do not exist you are the first dizzy wind spell to day trip my twister as soon as you smiled in my route and balloon on the free there I went so excessive I forgot which got here first you or the dream of you you instructed me as soon as after work you took the bus all the way west to watch the sundown solely to omit it you stated you have been so satisfied you made it to me on time if you got here again I would no longer ask why you may additionally say none of this ever came about and 3-story all my markers are falling out all proper this is the mishmash phase I drink my espresso black however you do not like espresso you like what it does to your physique you like the way a espresso makes your physique sense so you take your cream and sugar with espresso each morning this is now not about you I simply like how searching at you makes me sense twice I requested to kiss you the 2d time how you stated I simply do not assume I can provide you what you choose truly no longer positive then why you kissed me returned the first time I suspect you preferred what it did to your physique you appreciated the way my kiss made your physique sense as soon as there used to be a lump in my throat I like to accept as true with it was once a metaphor for each and every feeling I have ever swallowed a simple tumor is honestly all it used to be see how this is my story I have woken up regarded in the replicate and concept rattling I seem to be precise these days and you put on sweat shorts in public and I nonetheless desire to [ __ ] you as soon as you gave me a bouquet of crimson roses or used to be it a fury of your puckered lips if I am late it is due to the fact I was once too anxious to go away I do not be aware of how to format time so when you elbow observed mine in that crowd after a 12 months of our mouths no longer speakme it was once no longer completely happy to see you I was once mad that I used to be relieved reduce to me blushing laughing of route weren't you dancing beside me however we have been no full moon as soon as you stated a individual was once both a peacekeeper or a pot stirrer and we each knew which I am and I wager you nevertheless assume you are a peacekeeper in my poems you are the dream of you perhaps is this alternate universe the place the falling stars had been simply glitter simply lots of tiny LED lights poured down from the sky that July was once a hearth however it minded its personal commercial enterprise and the following June was once simply 30 days the moon used to be a strawberry it would possibly have been the capsules however the shadows on the ceiling have been now not dancing once more I was once taking walks backwards when I met you I made all of this magic and I guess you suppose magicians do not exist properly you are no longer the first boy who I wrote into existence or cherished you are simply the first dizzy wind spell to day out my twister that time you smiled in my route and balloon on the free there I went so excessive I forgot which got here first you or the dream of you and it is that concept that unties my shoelaces due to the fact as soon as we had been a crescent moon weightless as a smile and I love you nevertheless I'm no longer sorry I simply cannot write about you anymore so let's see how lengthy we can go barring speakme this time I will sincerely strive to overlook your birthday possibly if you got here again I would no longer ask why I pass over you however I do not want you have been right here and you might also say none of this ever passed off however all of the small print certain in shape so abracadabra thank you
By Jonat Lazlo3 days ago in Art
Society's Sculptor
Society's artwork is fading, kind of like watercolors on a thin canvas. The swirl of hues gets me feeling a bit uneasy, but honestly, I totally get what true beauty means. We’re in a place where it's all about the cash. You hurt the bees yet want their honey? It’s puzzling because those little creatures are crucial for creation and maintenance.
By Jonat Lazlo3 days ago in Art
