I wouldn't say I miss her, But maybe I do, Where did it all go? I can't forget, but I don't remember what, I've been lying on a bed of coals, My mind is a revolving door, The floor is shaking, The room is closing in, Darkness overwhelmed me, Evil is real, It tastes like the last drop of whiskey.
I used to read your poems but lately you don't write you're silent and aloof you know that isn't right. You can't close a door once opened you can't abolish all your dreams you're a poet of the heart mustn't fall apart at the seams. Say what you can in words they speak the message true spoken from the heart the poems will see you through. A hermit's not your style a recluse, you are not never give up writing of things that you've been taught. I used to read your poems I'd read them once again if you would send them out (this one's from a poet friend)
I am happy that time flies Cause then I can think of time as the bird I watch from my balcony Stopping by here and there To say hello Then taking flight To remind me he doesn't belong to me I know we can be friends When I hear him chirp as I sit inside As if he's telling me to come sit with him But he is not a tangible creature And would take flight once again If I ever tried to reach for him
You are my unsent message. The cursor blinking rhythmically, With my heartbeat, Waiting, For me to hit send. But I am not ready, And I’m not sure if I ever will be So I left it like that. Unsent. Unseen. Unread. “I miss you.”
They said, "The most beautiful art is looking into someone's eyes when they talk about the things they love." And I said, "Or looking at someone you love. Or maybe, just maybe, by looking at the mirror is the most beautiful art anyone should appreciate."
Appreciation post for myself; for you and for everyone as well. You deserve more than the world has to offer.
You messaged me today I listened to what you had to say My heart didn't hurt You didn't try to flirt You apologized to me And said you'd like to see... You'd like to see me and catch up I said okay I could talk to you today Is this healing Because I have no feeling I have no feelings left for you
You said your address is 7773 Come out to the country and see me. I launch myself into your open arms. You catch me midair, as you always do. Mine is 3777. Same side of the mountains as you Surprised, but I don’t know why. Our numbers consistently align We should be used to the subtle reminders of the inner workings of the universe By now It’s been happening to us for years.
So interesting how numbers appear to us if we’re paying attention. I don’t think it’s random
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.
I hear you go Leaving me all shattered and torn No place for me to hide In this black and white dawn I lay down in bed Reaching out to the thing that makes me calm Breaking away from stress Continuously getting warm You are forgotten for a while The urge is at its peak I shatter once again But your memory makes me weak No stress relief
I can't see I can't think I can't even breathe Feeling nothing but the neverending momentum, of falling falling falling into the abyss Everything I've ever known is getting smaller by the second Until it Vanishes Completely
Infuriating voices echo around me "I know you don't like change" It's far deeper than that Change is loss It's losing a part of yourself you once took for granted but not now Now it's gone You'd give anything to be back in the warm and familiar But you're not. You're left falling falling falling through the cold and the dark Never knowing when you'll Hit. The ground