You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.
When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.
So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.
The glass clinks
A stack of highballs lean like the drunk next to me
Red faced, nose as hard as the oak bar he’s been drinking at his whole life
He sinks into a bourbon, gurgling
"God must be a woman, because life is a *****"
Well, **** Tennyson. I'd rather never loved at all.
“the simplest definition of our learning to count to infinity”
wrote those words
to a stranger in pain, awful pain,
asking him to count his blessings
now awful pain
no stranger to me
a pain four decades long,
that the surgeon promised was fully excised.
but today was triggered,
chest pain dagger ingredient emergency room
so I am counting for,
but not to,
when the wounding cannot be recalled,
only a minor scar to struggle from whence
came it from
which is the definition of reaching the
where finite comes to rest
dec 10 2019
waiting for the rip
from the swell that births the wave
embrace the power
Four years ago,
I remember our hour-long talks
Four years now,
My Hey/s yearn for your text-backs.
To my long lost friend, I hope you are doing well.
I think you told me
you are like
the solar system
cold on the outside,
a blazing interior.
You don’t say there is
no love for the restless
You can give up
and within the cold
cup of tea, that’s left,
carry every twirl
never a sigh of
And I may break
a glass but instead
of being mad,
to drink from a
more exotic than ever.
It is the surprise each
that makes me say
I want love
I could own it
But I will not
To act like a statue
Only need to
Play it bold
Tread like a statue
before the audience
Play it bold
Take life easy
Winds rush through the pines
Sun breaks through the clouds and shines
Presents for our minds
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
When you realize
all love is
is a shelter
from a storm,
you will understand
why I like the rain
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GyPc34ZVgqc Incredible poem, inspired me.
The moon is rising red tonight
The sun is setting golden
All I need do is turn my head
To see the moon rise, to see the sun fall
The sun so brilliantly bright
The moon is so dark compared to the sun
Tonight, though it shines blood red
It still cannot compete with the sun's light
Of course the moon cannot compete
It’s light’s a mere reflection of the sun
And soon, I know, this light shall leave
The earth, us, will block the moon’s light
And our light is also but a reflection
A love like this isn't a love to miss
I visit my memories of happiness
In my head
Painted fiction drowns out my vision.
The realization that ...
This isn't Love
Attachment at best
my dear , our love is but a game .. a shame
We hurt each other to feel love we create to blind our pain..
as she trudged up the mountain
victory pulsing through her veins
badum badum badum badum
her eyes set intently on the peak
a deathly stare
she knew she could do anything
anything at all
she was anything but meek
this world is not for the meek
The line “this world is not from the meek” I took from a poem I wrote last school year called “Story of a Lonely Bird”.
Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems? That's what I plan to do.
i was good for him you said
until you found out i like cigarettes
not even a poem, just a thought
I learned from you through longing,
A presence so deeply felt.
Wordless interactions between your heart and mine,
And i see clearly one of the sweetest of lessons.
Love is unspoken, an un-severable bond.
And its not you who agreed,
Your heart spoke for itself.
I know this is difficult,
But I will keep trying.
It will work because
This distance is nothing
Compared to my love.
for a certain person :)
Today my friend told me
I was acting strange
I gave her the
of a sugar high
I was just being
There is a man in Newfoundland.
His hair is grey, he sails away.
With net and rod he catches cod.
His skin is tan; his calloused hands
no longer steady. Age has made his burdens heavy.
He makes it home, he lives alone.
His wife is buried, in Fogo Island cemetery.
The day is done but there's a guest,
he's small and young. It's his grandson.
He sees a smile upon his face
and it makes
it worth the aches.
Set me on fire;
Put a match to my clothes
Watch me rise in a pillar of flame,
Listen to my livid screams of pain.
Feel my existence slowly fade
As my body finishes fueling the glow,
As my screams mellow into the silent cracks.
In time, the fire will turn to embering ash.
I will have been consumed by a long gone inferno.
And when I have been burned to the ground,
I know that the only place I can go is up.
Im not sure why I write so much about fire. I mean I don’t think it describes me or anything.
i laugh at the irony
that love broke my heart.
always been my
favorite eye color, now
I know why. I'm drowning
in a pool of green and I have no
desire to be rescued. You could pull
me under, keep me within an arms reach
of oxygen, and I'd still call your arms home
'shiny pixels decorating its head,
yet within has no need left to be fed.'
Winter sunrise on my last and longest day
Wrap me in a winding sheet of flaming orange
Take the reds and pinks from midnight blue to make my shroud
Let me rest in heaven fire
Drown my tired soul in colour
Drinking the final carnival
Warmth for my bones
A funeral of skies and wonders
Saying goodbye to a good man,
It goes crying in
Since the sun is brief in winter. I thought this poem should reflect that.
A poet is no more than a person
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover
It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.
you might not
have been my first love
but you were the one
who hurt the most.
- i ache for you but i'm still bruised.
what a rush.
time goes by,
what a distraction.
stay in bed,
think of the day
think of the things,
i could not say
A single insect
To drive my country apart
I feel nothing but the need for the flames
The blaze of banishment into the bright abyss
Oh so silent,
So peaceful is the world without you near
A dance filled with both cheer and a tear
I stumbled upon you
Like a child
that finds a pretty stone
Bewildered by your presence
I sat and admired
Counting your cracks
Caressing what makes you glitter
You stood infront of me
Bold and beautiful
Like nothing I'd ever seen
And as you gave me your attention
I think I misconstrued your intentions
I wanted to put you in my pocket
But you said no
So there you sit
I can only visit
I was lost and scared.
I didn’t know where I was going.
Everything around me was collapsing.
Nothing seemed to help.
I was hopeless.
But one day.
I met you.
You helped me find my way.
Waken up again
from a nightmare of sin
can’t shake these feelings that you bring
or the evil song you sing
trying so hard to heal
but I’m wrapped up in the Devil’s deal
Sleeping so peacefully
with happy dreams I do believe
every breath is calm and pure
dreaming of happiness I’m sure
you’ve already paid your dues
now your dreams are peaceful and true
We seem bleak and heartless
Cruel and uncaring
Through the darkness we look
All we feel is you staring
There is no rest for the wicked
No reprieve for the wise
No peace to be had
This is the world
Shared by you
Seen by me
Life is a war,
Concluded ultimately in death
There are no winners
We all have nothing left
I am stuck in life,
where I want to give up already.
But hell no,
life is short--
so I need to broaden it;
for it to be worth it.
I'm jealous of the rain
It gets close to you
Closer than I ever will
It touches your skin
It combs your hair
It comes when you're sad
It stays when you're happy
I love you but you don't love me
So I say
I'm jealous of the rain
Sorry I haven't written anything as of late. I have been really busy with school. I really hope you enjoy.
Edit: thanks for the comments the original song is Jealous by Labirinth
She takes the stand
With the voice of millions on her back
And speaks the fact that we all know,
far too well to be true -
She is heard but not believed,
She is heard with faith deceived .
When will it be enough -
Is one in six not enough ?
Is one sister, one friend
still - not enough?
one colleague, one mother, one wife, one lover -
one teacher, one doctor, one preacher, one author -
one husband, one son, one brother.
Which one will it take, to stop
the non-consensual clock
and make us realise that -
Time. Is. Up.
I wish I wished I had it in me
To just hurt you how you hurt me