one day
i might forget
the things you did
to me

and one day
i might not hate you
anymore

but when that day comes
i’m afraid
i might love you
all over again

a.g

if i gave myself
even half of the love i give you
i would be so happy
and confident too

I watched you
smiling blue eyes
animated
in conversation.
Sad, in my position
I watched everyone
but you ,
looked at me.
Contact !
Eye to eye.
Excited I looked away.

For weeks I held the memory.

Las arenas del tiempo fluyen,
Cayendo hacia el olvido,
dejando algo atrás.

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.

Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you

I thank you for your patience
And all our conversations

I thank you for your time
You're the tequila to my lime

I'm greatful for your laugh
As we wonder down this path

I'm greatful for your love
You're the hand to my glove

I'll remember that you said
Sundays are spent in bed

I'll remember how you sigh
Every time we say goodbye

Its you i won't forget
As your path to death is set

Its you i will carry far
Always living in my heart

As i stay unto the end
Before your soul ascends

I'm thankful i could love you
And that you also love me too

Do you think a girl could love a boy who writes for her a million poems?  That's what I plan to do.

Sleepless
my head
filled
with
thoughts
like
tinnitus
a constant
ringing
into
emptiness
when it is
sleep
I wish
for infinite
quiet
on repeat
not death
just rest
and silent
angels
singing
while
I’m
sleeping.

mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

A man went crazy
Trying to rhyme
His poetry
To laps of the sea

If it would happened the way I planned..
Then my life would be too perfect for this imperfect world

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
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.

Even in the
most lucid of my dreams

I just can't stop you
from
(leaving me alone)

I've been smart
And I've been dumb
And they are quite the same.

I've been talented
And not
But never tasted Fame.

I've been happy
I've been sad
I've been slim
And I've been fat

But I've never been a cat.

No, I haven't been a cat
And that is quite a shame.

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

when I see you
petting your beloved cat
and the new big fluffy one
who recently adopted you
cat whisperer that you are
it's not exactly envy
that comes over me
yet I can't help it
when I see
your wonderful hands
in caress
but wish
they were stretching and bending
stroking and tickling
me
discovering
all my hidden places
that when caressed
make me purr

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

just because i don't fit into your hands
doesn't mean
i don't fit into my own

and if love could talk
i don’t think she would
i don’t think she could
she knows
there are no words to explain
what has happened
she would just hold me
stroke my cheek
and let her tears
do the talking
-i hate to see her cry
~e.m

If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.

These delicate woods
Whispering many secrets
I want to live here

We all get lost sometimes,
trying to follow a stream of lightbulbs
flickering on in our heads
that lead to a place where you can unlock your heart.

.
She had a seductive pout
Which excited me - I admit it
I thought I might take her out
And just one bullet did it.

Two texts
Two calls

And yet,
I got no reply
at all.

You left me here
to over think and cry,
And drink
Like why, will I
Never be an important reason
you pick up the phone
When I’m calling?

All this falling for nothing.

Always,
Sunny

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 -                  
                                           Me too.

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.

im over it.
please stop haunting my mind.

when im happy.
when im sad.
when im angry.
when im feeling.

please stop.
when im trying to sleep
after a long day, week, month.

you appear yet arent here.
so please go away.
and stay away.

- i miss you and i hate it

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

Because the earth’s round
Doesn’t mean it’s  having a ball.

Because waves crash
Doesn’t mean that they aren’t in control.

Because the sea is deep
Doesn’t mean that it’s thoughtful

Because land meets the sea
Doesn’t mean that they agree

Because you float my boat
Doesn’t make me the captain.