I didn't realize how close I'd let you get to me.
I didn't realize your love was the only thing that made me see.
I wish you hadn't gotten this close.
I didn't know it would be you that hurt me the most.
So here I am, all lost and confused
Just wishing, maybe, you could take a walk in my shoes.
I wish I could show you all the tears that I've shed.
I wish I could tell you a life without you is to be a pointless life led.
I wish you could see all the blood that I have spilled.
I wish you to know it wasn't for attention, it was for me to be killed.
You took away you love, the only thing to me that mattered.
With that, I shattered.
I didn't think this horrible pain would last.
But here I am, and several months have passed.
They say those who care the most fall the hardest.
And baby I'm telling you I've fallen the farthest.
I guess none of this matters now because I hear you've found somebody new.
But for the record, I still love you.
Poem thief can have my poems if it means you continue to share pieces of you.
Joined this site to get to know you and will not stay here if you go away.
Not into twitter or myspace but will join to be near you and hope you don't mind.
I pray you allow me to be part of your crowd on your private Facebook.
You inspired me to write poetry and to get better at what's difficult for me.
I don't smoke cigarettes to calm my nerves or drink booze to numb a man's pain.
Admitting I'm a grown ass man reading your leaving comments and about to cry.
You affect more lives than you realize Betty Ponder and I glad you shared about you.
The one who steals poems can steal this one too it will mean more will know my feelings.
Glad that I got to read the pieces of you that you cared to share.
I posed a how do you know question to my parents about knowing if it's love.
Answer was when a person leaves your life and it makes you feel like
you can't breath and you get extremely sad when they leave and you want to
swallow your pride and get down on your hands and knees and beg them not to go.
I'm sad thinking you are leaving and I wont get to read pieces of you but still
got butterflies in my stomach thinking of you and want to beg you not to go.
I kid you not. You are the best of the best of all poets on this site and it's a damned shame
you removed a lot of your fantastic poems they were the best of the best on this site.
So, forget about shapes and
Octagonals, rectangles, squares and think about
Dimensions and the space you have created.
Or let's divulge a secret that tells of
Fractions; but only your half of the
Fucked up story.
Tessallation in perfect mirrors echoe
Our once too perfect love affair and a
Symmetry that makes no sense when life is a
Scattergram with no simplification; just left to solve the
Remember: wrong order, wrong answer!
"I feel like an old woman today."
six words said by a friend,
words that instantly sent the poet
in my head
"I feel like an old woman today."
so I applied it to myself,
took those words
and made them
into my own.
"I feel like an old woman everyday of my life."
and I honestly do.
my body is broken,
along with my mind.
but who will be there to pick me up once I fall to pieces?
the first time we spoke alone,
in an empty voice,
'die liebenden tot sind.'
and when i didn't acknowledge it,
you said it again
till i kicked you and snapped 'i don't speak german, you fuck.'
that wasn't my line.
i was supposed to tell you they were dead from birth,
or something equally poetic.
i was supposed to be a walking paragon of
i was supposed to be the love interest
in the tragic love story of your life,
you told me
we would bring each other down.
you told me the world was cold
and we would drown in frozen lakes together,
when hypothermia turns to terminal burrowing,
we could burrow within each other.
you told me i would kill you.
i spent 5 hours in the shower boiling off my skin.
you and i
will not sink in tandem, you and i will not
fall apart in unison,
i am not your personal suicide pill.
i am not your romantic,
in helpless self-destruction,
you're talking like we'll die tomorrow but i have plans to live a while yet,
if you jump from lover's leap
then you will fall alone.
i think you think
i love you.
i think you think i value
more than the voice of my thoughts.
it is december and the sun is too bright
to look anywhere
but your feet.
it is december and you're waxing poetic
about the boy who broke his neck
falling in the forest at night.
you look me in the eyes like you're trying
to crawl through my cornea.
you make eye contact an act of violence.
dream about me?]
you're trying to be poetic.
i don't tell you about when i dreamed
you snapped your neck
while we walked in the forest,
and i left quickly,
lived peaceful and alone.
i don't tell you about when i dreamed you moved on,
or that reoccurring dream where you spread my legs so far,
they snap out of the sockets.
i tell you i don't dream.
i tell you i don't sleep.
i tell you
i wear boxing gloves to church
but jesus never shows, and really,
i shoulda known he'd run from this fight too.
i tell you
i wear boxing gloves to bed but i just end up
chewing on the laces,
boxer's fractures never visited me.
bar room fractures on the nightstand.
[i dream about you,]
and i take another hit.
you've been in my air for six months.
under my skin for five,
and it's been three months
since you stitched our veins together.
i fall asleep wearing your scarf
and dream of garrotes that smell like you,
dream of strangulation
and bruises on my throat.
i don't love you like a motive.
you don't love me like a person.
you told me i had a clean heart,
you told me i was an innocent soul,
you told me you would corrupt me, don't
your touch doesn't have the power
to make me sick.
only i can do that to myself.
i'm not a virginal sacrificial saint
for you to build altars to.
lets see if we can cut our hearts out with our fingernails.
i bet that they'll look just the same:
bloody and red.
the same size as our clenched fists,
guess it's not your fault
you never learned the difference between the two,
you keep trying to fight with aorta and arteries
while my knuckles bruise your gut.
i taped my hands and i'll tape yours too.
this will be a fair fight-
don't break your wrist
when you break my nose.
i'll teach you i'm more solid than a saint.
i'll teach you i am bile and spit and piss.
i'll teach you to love me human
or not at all.
die liebenden sind nicht tot ist.
die liebenden sind auf einen kampf vorbereitung.
they give you more pills to numb the pain
but they don't really care about you anyway
just doing their job so they get paid
thats what life's all about they say
i'm standing at the edge but no one will let me jump
being dragged down as they pick me up
i'm out of love
and out of luck
my life is at a stand still
not going up but not going downhill
theres nothing left but all this fear
i'm all alone, why aren't you here?
i don't know how much longer i can take this my dear
what happened to heart over mind?
you were never there by my side
i no longer know who cares if i live or i die
but that doesn't matter to you since i said goodbye
because you didn't even have the guts to merely try
i gave you everything i had
well isn't it sad
that even with all the shit going on in my mind
i still managed to find
courage and the time
to try and make this work out
but you were a coward full of doubt
over and over you kept breaking my heart
but i just kept making excuses for you,
yeah thats the worst part
you broke me down
and now theres n oone around
silence turns into most horrible sound
as i shatter into a million pieces
you only have a couple cracks and some creases
you're perfectly fine without me
dammit why couldn't i see
that in the end
if my love was an ocean
then you would leave me
drowning in my own misery
Agree or disagree,
is this me?
I'm a wounded man living at the tops of the trees
Taking my compass only to get lost at sea.
We are the smell lingering after the rain,
we are the blood running in your veins.
When I cannot see, you're a bright sky.
they look at me so inwardly.
I can't react to you and it's numbing me
take a breath and try to take this all inwardly.
Please take it slowly,
for there's more about me I still have to find
more to this life I must yet leave behind.
I tried to make it all work out in my head
but it only left me filled with the deepest regret.
The things to come might crush me unexpectedly
and leave me wondering why I didn't wait to ever see
this, now take a breath,
and stop taking up all my time,
there's more about me I still have to find.
I'll let you in when I'm ready for this,
a last simple request before I taste your kiss.
I'd let my words all spill out like ugly crude oil
and before I'll take you, I'll labor and toil.
I wish you didn't invade every crevice in my mind,
because there's more about me I still have to find.
i tried to quit weed
but each morning i wake up from sleep
it's calling me
i walk through the house
today i'll be alright without it
and i'm drowsy
make some coffee
have a cigarette
take a shower
that this will be the day
i don't pull the lighter trigger
and watch the flame ignite the green
and make it turn orange
and watch smoke whip down
around the corner
and up and under
into my mouth
and back out
then i decide
that it's time
to give it a try
because i did all i was supposed to do
with my day
that i could have
to make it better
and then i feel real real light
like a feather
and i start feeling clever
and optimistic again
it's like i have a new friend
he greets me again and again
so i guess ill quit smoking
the day he dies
which in my eyes
will probably be longer than me
which makes the answer
to how long itll take me to quit
that's called a soul mate
a life partner
and even though i've known him
for years and years
i feel like i learn something new
every time he blesses me
he's so kind
that bud of mine
Beautiful rain, so life giving where it needs it most. My spirit glides through the beautiful rain, refreshing my thirsty soul, extinguishing hell’s fire that sometimes got to close. The Lord won’t let me burn when my frightened soul cries out for forgiveness. Please cover my friends as the wide scope of your beautiful rain clouds sit over my head and stretch out to protect my friends and family…thank you Lord…rgp
One winter night we climbed, hanging onto branches.
You? The more experienced, showing a lifetime of hiding up high.
Me? It was my first time, but your breath made me
Want to suck your tongue; feel the spice of your exotic life.
You never said a word to me.
Oblivious, the thrill of it all made it mine.
You? Let me ruffle your feathers and vocalise my song.
Me? I could not find any words to sing my love for you, feeling
Giddy with my own melodious call; I feared I might fall.
You never said a word to me.
We laughed, made shadows like bats in the light of the moon.
You? Dreamt you could fly; escape your fate,
Me? I suddenly felt free.
Silly, with a girlish fantasy.
You never said a word to me.