Because of that moment, you were led here,
If that had not happened, this wouldn't be
Everything happens, making other things clear
Just never woulda guessed that you'd be so important to me
Simple little actions, fingertip movements, linked us into conversation
An open bridge was built that night for our souls to travel across freely
Emotionally jumped into each others' soulful arms, without hesitation
Each message read was like a piece of our heart that we were inadvertently stealing
Every time your face popped up on my screen,
My heart would nearly skip a beat
Right now, many miles lay inbetween
But in roughly two weeks our bodies will finally meet.
Already in you I've let myself be vulnerable, comfortably
The pictures we paint with words depict something I can really see
I feel each slightest touch as if you were here enveloped in me, effortlessly
We've already raised each others' spirits and expanded frequencies
I think about you being here, or me there, frequently.
Thinking of hugging you instills a kind of peace in me,
Call it tranquility...simple pleasantries..call it anything..
~So long as it involves love~
You say I've done so much for you
But words are never enough.
Just symbols, to represent, stuff
Independent to the perspective
I just hope I symbolized meaning that was effective
How much I care.. I really meant it
Because if I didn't mean the content, I wouldn't have sent it
Hearts on the sleeves with arms extended
For any wound in your soul I wanna mend it.
Anything on your mind you can come to me and vent it.
I at least have a little bit of time left, I wanna come to you and spend it.
We're gonna have to take advantage of time spent, so to not regret it
Already deep within me you are embedded,
Talked so much in a short period, just know everything was true when I said it
Just as it is in the current, riding waves of light that'll promise us at least one night.
Frigid, snowy weather,
yet warm together~
It's our endeavor to better ourselves,
And I'll always be there for you when you need help.
I tend to move in stealth, but I make myself known.
My daydreams, embraced by you feels so at home.
If you're ever down, feeling alone
I'm here, pick up the phone, no matter the time zone
I'll send my electrified vibes flying through the air faster than a drone
some say it's tossed around too much,
But I say too little
They put rules and complications on it,
trying to find an answer to the riddle
I told you I could say it to strangers
But it's hard, romantically speaking,
as if there's impending danger.
But if the feeling's true we shouldn't waiver
For there's no guaranteeing there'll be a later
Even though right now I'm feeling blue,
I have nothing but love for you,
You make me think of brighter colors
Meshing energies like long lost lovers
It's probably too late to write to you,
And I'm probably too old to be writing to you anyway,
But those two things aren't stopping me...
I usually love the Christmas season.
The snow gallantly falls to the ground,
Icicles hang from the frozen trees and threaten to fall any moment,
Christmas music is blaring from every single radio station on the air,
Houses on the street are all decked out in sensible, yet dazzling, lights that accentuate every little feature of the house.
People are nicer...
Everyone is in a much better mood.
The Christmas season is supposedly the best season of the year.
Apparently, you bring people joy.
Now, I don't want to burden you with questions...
I don't really care about the mechanics behind your ostracized, flying deer that have enchanted the world.
I don't really care why you wear a red suit.
I don't really care what your wife's name is.
I don't even care about how you can possibly deliver presents to millions of children all throughout the world...
I just want to know why you have forgotten me.
Why is my holiday season full of dread, procrastination, and fear
Instead of joy, peace, and love?
Why does every other boy and girl get to love every minute from now until Christmas?
Did you just forget me?
Did your reindeer just skip over my house?
Did I not show up on your radar?
All of these things make me wonder if you're even real...
If you are real,
Then my parents wouldn't have neglected me left and right.
People would remember that I am not my sister.
I would have the drive to wake up in the morning.
I would actually want to accomplish daily tasks...
I'm not sure if you're real or not,
But I'm still going to ask for something for Christmas...
I don't want anything you can wrap,
Nor do I want any super expensive item...
I just want to find love.
Because right now,
The two of us are playing hide and seek,
And Love is kicking my butt...
So if you do exist, Santa,
Then please, please, please,
Grant my Christmas wish.
My dad used to eat sardines at the kitchen table.
I used to smear chocolate on graham crackers.
My mom used to eat coffee like caffeine was a food group.
My brother used to skip meals. We'd hear
his saxophone buzz from the corners
of the hallway.
Science books lined his bedside table. Beakers
sat in full unison, waiting. Facts loomed over
his blonde head like the future looms over a person with centuries to give.
Cartoons flashed over the living room television
and I sat on the leather couch in a pink dress I didn't like.
The train engine chugged from the trees, past the track, and I counted
how many seconds it took each car to pass.
The sirens hit airwaves every Wednesday, on point.
I saw three tornadoes and two house fires. I learned
to touch danger like a cat touches carpet; delicate.
If I blink, I can see it.
If I move, I can touch it.
Time, captured in the walls of a perfect white house.
Marionette dolls, staged, in perfect unison.
The strings on
my hands still pull me back home.
The smile on my face is a quiet resurrection.
The distance within me, serves, like a slave to my reactions.
Sweat takes over my skin peeling layers of invisible masks yearning for chemical feedings. It's been days- I've been thinking slow and fragile. Bedtime has no name and it hurts. There's caution in my eyes screaming " Stay Away"! Drowning in my own body of water. "Come Clean" he whispers.
Solace and silence. I want. Dirty migraines to migrate forever. Shivers to shed as I travel back into time -not swallowing so much inside to feel OK with chemicals balancing brain beats. "Come Clean" he whispers. Flashback: I see the love of my life holding a ring on the day strange beauty died in his arms. Images creep of a little boy begging for my wake. Awake I stay.
Beginnings to a next day with no recollection. Trying to find expression in lost graphs and schedules that were once dictated by "the medicine". It made sense. Cycling back and forth through highs and lows trying to remember that God made all things. "Come clean".
In this moment I want to live only because in the next moment I'll be dead- again. I can hear the race of my heart and I want a beautiful design only because in the next moment I will come down and want nothing." Come clean".
In this moment I convince myself to skip my daily dose only because a PHD took away the nightly dose. "Come clean".
Relapse. In this moment I swallow untitled entries to close my mind from a few moments.
She walked on a rocky shore under a grey sky.
He walked on a street trying to stay fly.
Her hair, it dangled to her knees.
His valued his newfangled steez.
She looked to the water and she saw an ominous ship.
Out of it hopped some Spaniards.
He looked behind him and a beat is what his heart did skip.
They said “Got any last words?”
These adversaries didn’t seem to care about much else.
The whole world was watching and people had something to prove.
As if their white knuckles and red faces were under spells,
They took from others as if others had nothing to lose.
She didn’t cry and never kneeled and yelled up to the gods.
It was only her misty eyes that told of her lament.
The heartless mustached people shared coordinated nods
and also shared the notion that this prize was heaven-sent.
He had no time to think before he saw his dripping blood
streaming along the sidewalk where no one but passers saw.
A shriveling life was where there was once a promising bud,
the silver Oldsmobile sped away leaving something raw.
Can I still call you mine
Even if my words
No longer rhyme
Will I still make
Your heart skip a beat
When my words
Aren't as sweet
When I go
Will you leave a kiss
On my lips
And tell me
That I'll be missed
Because I'll love you
No matter what you do
And I'll stay
Until you give me your heart
And hold my hand
Mirror, mirror on the wall am I skinnier then them all?
Am I not? Well that's too bad cause I will have to skip a few meals after all
Lovely collar bones and thin wrist
Thin legs like cara please
A collarbone like miley please
A thigh gap so I can feel pretty
Even if I have to lower my calories
Don't you see everything my eyes is showing me is fat and I have to lose it to be perfect
Don't you know I'd die for perfection?
The hunger pains is cheering me on
Maybe I'll stick my finger down my throat
Every night I cry myself to sleep
The scale said I picked up weight
Looks like I'll have to cut again
Punishment is the only way I'll learn
Don't eat or you'll get burned
Perfection is on my brain
Thin girls on the street is my motivation
Plenty of poems from broken hearts who got loved then dumped.
Women writing poems about wanting a man back after he dirty dogged her.
Don't take rocket scientist to know something wrong with that picture.
Clue to men who ain't going to stay put even if he put a ring on it.
He's flirting with everything in a skirt, He ain't attentive after he hit it,
You gotta be the one always calling, He don't call unless he wants to hit,
He gets defensive when you want to know why he wasn't where he said he'd be.
Those are signs he's c-h-e-a-t-i-n-g and so are the ones coming up.
You catch him in lies and he makes you think your losing it.
He closes window of his computer when you enter the room.
All his is password protected and he wont tell you his passwords.
He's getting and receiving text messages he wont let you read.
He leaves the room when he gets a call.
If you answer his phone you get hang ups, phone rings until he answers.
He wont let you meet his friends or his family.
He starts arguments so you wont go with him when he leaves.
Men don't get pissed cause I'm ratting you out. Read one too many
heart break poems to be sorry for truth telling on my gender.
Men think about sex when they not having it.
If he don't want to hit it he's hitting it else where.
Coming up is ones to skip and avoid.
You can skip the ones who look at your cleavage and not your eyes.
You can skip the ones who live with mamma.
If he wants you to hurry up and quit talking or makes you feel like you
can't do nothing right, skip him too ladies or you gonna be bawling your eyes out over him.
theres a monster in my head
and a demon in my soul
they're tearing me apart
with every second they take their toll
sometimes i talk to them
but i don't like what they say
they tell me no one cares
i believe it everyday
they tear at my skin
and break my mirrors
they send tears down my cheeks
and make me skip dinners
at first we were fighting
i thought they only lied
but its okay now
were on the same side
the demons want me dead
but they promised not to tell
anyway of dying
is better than leaving in this hell
i thought the demons killed me
but really i killed myself
i let the demons in
that was worse than anything else
never let your demons in
don't let your monsters rule your head
for if you ever do
you will surely end up dead
You were my rock
I was just your stepping stone
So when you said goodbye,
Naturally my heart sank
And yours didn't skip a beat
How come you were the one who made me believe that you believed in me?
So I finally believed in you too
I believed in you more than anyone I'd ever been with before
So how come you were the one to make me the worlds biggest joke?
You took me higher than I'd ever been
Only to drop me so deep, the water barely rippled
You knew you had me in the palm of your hand
I thought you knew you were holding my heart, not just my hand
I could've waited for forever to end for you
But you turned the tide on me
And I was washed away by all your lies
I kept thrashing through them, trying to get back to the you I knew
I didn't realize that in that icy water my heart froze over, and hope died
I didn't want to go
I kept looking for your hand to pull me out, to stop me from drowning in the loss of a love I thought was true
But, you weren't there for me
And you never really had been
It took a lot of being stepped on and looked over for me to see...
So I wrote you this note
I folded it up nice and neat, and tied it to a rock with a red bow
I thought about throwing it in your face, like how your lack of concern for me was a slap in my face
But.. I can't wound you when none of my heartache is a weapon
The wind is brisk and harsh coming off the black, icy water below
The same water my heart sank to the bottom of when you just..let me go
So naturally I let you go there too
The water stung when it splashed on my face as I dropped my rock
It quickly vanished out of sight
Just as you had
Like my heart did that unforgettable day
You might have walked away as I sunk to the bottom but...
I stood there staring at the waters surface ,even though it had been still much longer than it had rippled as my rock sank
You were my rock