The person I was two years ago would have never been in this position.
But here I am now, looking into the mirror unwrapping each corner of my face like a candy bar being preyed upon by a child.
The innocence of intentions fell short of their actions.
And with that I'm here
in front of this mirror
flicking at the blue, plastic corners
I was only looking for a full stomach,
but with each layer I unwrap
I only feel hungrier.
Jan 21, 2022
Jan 21, 2022 at 11:20 PM UTC
In sparkling eyes love conflates
into each empty dinner plate
I could only wish to feel the heat
Of comfort at the kitchen's feet
Of happiness in an empty bowl
And the satisfaction of filled souls
But we sit hollowed from inside out
Head on to each beastly route
-Emperor of feeble epiphanies
Sell me each lightened efficacy
And maybe then we won't stare so low
From the tips of our utensils, we had honed
Dec 20, 2020
Dec 20, 2020 at 12:37 AM UTC
people will try and dip their fingers into your mind
like water, adapt
realize your capacity is an entire river
and they are one, small person
they can’t even begin to fathom your visions.
Jul 15, 2020
Jul 15, 2020 at 9:57 AM UTC
i could write a novel in your silence
a story of sharp colors, cut clean to the bone
with a saturated happy that drenched our lone souls
maybe a story of hope, slowly pricking down my back
jagging over and over at the last pieces intact
or sadly a story of hunger, craving each fulgent pattern
until love dissipated into our indulgent clatter
your silence is my slow death
i suffocate in each thought you left
May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 9:52 PM UTC
goodbye
i wont be on here too much longer
the ink in my pen se_ms to be r_nni_g
o u t .
the tho_ghts in my he_d are dra_ning
out.
my poetry stands
unclear
& unfin_sh_d
blank thoughts on the
page.
Jun 25, 2018
Jun 25, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Storms don’t last a lifetime
Only the ones that lie in your head
But remember those aren’t even real
So let go
And soon the sky will clear
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 4:18 PM UTC
how can I be so broken
from something that has never been there in the first place
how can I be so broken
from someone who wasn’t even mine in the first place
May 6, 2018
May 6, 2018 at 3:37 PM UTC
flowers laid perfectly in a path
silk colored of pink welcomes her mighty wrath
young girls look up to see the image of beauty, kindness, and love
gentlemen see her as the image of above
all hail the perfect
all bow and worship
her mother and father loved her since the day she was born
they knew she would keep the world from being torn
she walks down that path as the angels sing
but soon follows every human being
the world has a blindspot for seeing the normal this way
every blended person seems to save the day
the broad picture of society
it brings nothing of variety
but can you blame
wanting to be viewed with glory and fame
the image of picture perfect stands and wanders
making everyone want to be a follower
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 7:45 PM UTC
She opens her front door only to find the works of god twisted and held under the hands of the devil
She opens the door only to find a wrath screaming and ******** making her unleveled
A wrath from her father who sings in pain and her mother who lost her sane
She tried to open the door yet each time turned her away
Her back is against the wall
She starts to collect dust and soon she starts to fade
Behind it lies insanity yet she knows that that is just humanity
She can’t see
So leave her, wannabe
Swimming pools of tears
Collected from all of these years
She wants to go outside
But her world may just collide
So the door is still kept closed from her soul
For if opened the front porch may swallow her whole
Jan 10, 2018
Jan 10, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
I never can tell the high from the low
It’s almost like each time she starts to go
go from my heart slip from my hands
but when she gets back it’s all according to the plan
our friendship is glass
it can be glued back together but there are still cracks
Every loud scream turns to a whisper
She holds it all against her
No matter what I do
I’m always the bad guy to you
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 6:22 PM UTC