I am in love with the way you avoid me
It reminds me of myself
The sky falls every time I see you.
The sun reveals a no man’s land.
Where hearts once plentiful have all been broken
swept away into an endless sand
It seems so simple and effortless to become a poet
Just write out your emotions and be vibrant with the pain through your words
Now what about when you're trying to hide your adversities..
While trying to be transparent about your feelings?
Or how about performing in front of large groups of people..
While trying to detain your tears and imprison the pain
Is it still so uncomplicated?
Poetry is a gift..
I think of the nights in your car.
Watching the stars.
I pointed out the ones that fell,
While you watched me from the driver's seat.
One night I saw three,
Set ablaze by gravity.
I silently wished upon them
For it to always be that way.
You telling me such sweet things.
Making me feel wanted and understood.
Sliding your hands through my hair.
Fingertips dancing across my skin.
You didn't pay attention to
The falling rocks,
You watched as my heart fell
From the sky and right onto your lap.
You were the one person
That made the world disappear.
Now we're strangers.
You've hurt me like I've done to others.
Past pain floods in my ribs.
I suppose the tears
Are just the ones I owe.
black curtain over
the city skyline,
flickering subway cars--
Picasso's: Blue Period
Break him down, then build him up—both requires strength.
It’s morning! Finally morning on the even ebb of eve.
The tides! The marina’s tides are thick like wicker’s weave.
What sand has shifted? What news from Diego’s dawn?
From covers; the bark of seals sing like a bay yacht’s yawn.
Dinghy docks and pristine clamor; now I hear the bells!
No, not the toll it takes, but just the charm it spells.
I orient, I wake. I’m quick to smile; the sun follows suit.
Searching south; the daily buzz on right, and left: a bay that’s mute.
But the sound’s not snuffed, you see, motors have plenty to spare.
Because whether or not you knew or noticed, the navy never seems to care.
Compelled and called from my fruitful rest; muesli munched with jams.
These charts and graphs I take with me while I brew my grind of grams.
A cozy meditation on my morning routine. A little slice of life when the sun comes up in my neck of the woods. I feel warm and safe when I hear those seals. (Sometimes even in the middle of the night!)
Once in a while
a silent space
when one's alone -
with a feel
of distant hills,
with the music
of the unattainable,
of a loneliness
that'll never be shed.
with its absence too.
In the arms of a lover,
in the presence of a friend,
one can dream - if briefly -
of loneliness; a lover's touch
can be a flowerbed
of forgetting much.
Sometimes I wonder
If I’ve gone too far.
Stepped out of my place,
Reached up that extra inch,
Or ran that extra mile.
Sometimes I have,
It just becomes a wonderful conversation starter.
I always wonder this for two firsts with a friend:
When I first swear,
And when I first make a ****** remark or joke.
(Dark humor is usually acceptable for ppl my age if the previous is ok)
I can’t forgive her
More than that I don’t want to forgive her
I don’t want to heal according to some book
That doesn’t know me or what I’ve been through
I don’t want to read a book
That wants me to forgive, forget and accept her back into my life
Because I won’t do that
I can’t do that
Yes I’m hurt
Yes I’m angry
But I don’t want to hurt according to the guidelines
Of somebody else
She came into my life like a whirlwind
Distracting, attracting, impacting me
Fought for you and died a little
Now sitting here sad and
Asking, crashing, and relapsing
Because you left like a whirlwind
They will tell you
All poetry has been written
There is nothing new
Under the moon
But let me tell you
They don’t know you
You are as unique
As the DNA that exists
Within your frame
The ripples on your thumbprint
No one ever had the same.
You have something to say
Say it proudly
Say it boldly
Never let them scold you.
Never let them make you go away.
I love it when someone tells me to keep writing. You should keep writing too!
My pillow is the only thing that lets me rest my head on
(And I think Im in love with it)
Love's only weakness
Is also its greatest strength:
It defies reason
My thoughts on Valentine’s Day
When I try to understand,
The knots in my brain tighten just that little bit more.
I'm sorry we failed you.
your name is
or in my heart
i think about
i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober
i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
of you second-guessing me
he said. He sounded perturbed
on ever word.
of your rage
he told me before. But if he
lived the violent life I had
he’d have some rage for sure.
of being lovesick
over you. Sick of you making
promises that you never kept. Always
saying that you’d be there –
fighting to get back
a semblance that was
because I relied on you
you broke my heart
of being sick
And I'm too sick to start!
It is a beautiful bonding
Between a human and pet.
Revealing the Light within.
And to shine
Yes, a beautiful bond,
One of our greatest joys is the love that exists between a human being and their pet. Whether the pet is a horse, cat, dog, or something else, it does not matter. Each relationship can be rich with healing, learning, growth, love, and joy.
There are many things I find beautiful:
Boys who love flowers,
Drawings on wrists,
hands covered in acrylic paint,
but all the while,
nothing can compare to you, love.
For you, are the greatest beauty of all.
There are four kinds of men in life.
I have called them Winter,
Autumn and Summer.
Summer being my least favorite
Winter being men of snow who melt
And Autumn the perfect cast of shade.
I am Spring as I am always awakening
And they are forever changing.
But there is only one called Love.
And he is calling to me.
I am a nameless dew drop
On a scent less flower
Longing for my Beloved
To dissolve me in His arms
Fly away oh clouds!
Of dense and dark illusion
Let me cast my eyes just once
Upon the one I love
Before I die
For His radiant Being.
I LIKE TO SAY YOUR NAME
I like to say
conjure you out of
so that you appear
dressed in sound
memory sketching in
the rest of you
as if sound
was just an outline
colours you in
adding the voice last
so I can hear you say.
and there you are
I like to say
From the day I told her I was crazy about her,
She did all to hurt
Fell in love with a mutual friend
To keep me at bay
If only I had my way
I would make it end
Not their relationship which is hot,
But my love for her
Cos I'm I bleeding for nothing
This disease struck me
Like a brick on pavement
Then that brick came along
And with the slightest movement
The voices say
Why can’t I let them go?
They keep repeating:
Why won’t they stop
I don’t understand
Someone just HELP me understand
This disease is about
But it's the biggest
Imperfection about me
Dark eyes compel me to act
Rash without fact and tact.
Pulse and life quicken within
That memory of sin and gin
And then death
I. He stopped by my apartment
and poured his heart out on the carpet,
knees bruised and eyes wild. We fell silent,
unspoken words lingering in the air
as the sun stilled. I held his hand.
II. Tears streamed down his face,
crossing the constellations on his cheeks.
He looks at me. I say nothing.
“Why does love hurt?”
III. “It’s meant to,” I reply,
tangling our fingers together. We watch
the morning bleed through clouds.
Words roll off,
My sweetened lips.
Like water off,
My finger tips.
Tears roll off,
My pale cheeks.
Like memories off,
My troubled mind.
"I'm an open book"
than my voice.
**anything/anyone trying to tear me down, whether mentally or situational
!!Don't forget to get out to those polls!!
Change is coming.
So many people focus on finding love
I'm too busy finding myself
Doors give me closure.
Just a super short line that popped into my head.
And when you left
I overwatered all your flowers
when you look at her
do you still wish it was me?
when you talk about your dreams
do you still hear me cheering?
whenever you hear a giggle
is mine still an echo in your head?
whenever you have a bad day
Do you still want to hear my voice?
if this season
reminds you of me
letting go is hard.
Shes like a sunflower!
Then his eyes darkened
"wanna see me rot her roots?"
thats when i knew he never loved me, he loved the power over me.
Time is always ticking.
It's what you do with it that matters.
Are you building yourself up or tearing yourself down?
Are you working on yourself or working on other people?
Focus on yourself.
You are your own person
and at the end of the day you are all you have.
Love yourself when no one else does.
Forgive yourself for your own faults.
Accept yourself when you feel unwanted.
You're not perfect and no one expects you to be.
You are me and I love you.
You are beautiful, intelligent, kind and you have a beautiful heart.
You are you
and the best version there could ever be :)
You don't know
why the dog is
afraid of you:
You don't like the fear? Do something about it.
Can't get over you
I'll forgive myself
For thirsting over you
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
and for a second i remembered why i fell in love with you all those years ago
it wasn’t just the laugh or the way your eyes lingered for a half a second too long but the way you made me feel in your presence,
like there was nothing else in the world that could draw your attention from my words.
but then i remembered, the temper, the walls, the vast insecurities that strangled you at night, and i remembered why i moved on,
you could never love me the way you loved being lost and i knew
i could never find you.
This is not a poem
But a question
The answer to which
I do hope you have
Why does my lover claim to love me
But still looks for every opportunity
To let me go?
Is it that she loves me so much
But doesn't think she's worthy of me
Or she doesn't love me enough
To think I'm worthy of her?