That's the funny thing about love.
You don't want to get hurt,
but you choose to be vulnerable together.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 8:26 PM UTC
I am dirt
Useless and grey
Always under foot
A mess
Full of crap
And cracked
The breeze
Of love
Brought the seeds
But I needed you
Water, helping
Me survive
And live
And together we
Grow and learn
And watch
The painted sunsets
Until our
love blooms
into sunflowers
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 9:26 PM UTC
Genie in a bottle
Three wishes mine
Wish one: I wish for love, love so fierce, everyone can see it.
Wish two: I wish to be happy, a cloud nine happiness that I wish would never leave.
Wish three: I wish for success, to rise to the top.
Genie nods
Gone
Love so fierce
Everyone can see
the scars on my bleeding wrists
and the bruises on my arms
Happiness
On cloud nine
Until I have to by another drink
and drown the sorrow
Success
On the top
Yes, till I crumble
In defeat on the ground
Broken
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Mom: "You've created this love triangle between you two...."
Me: "I didn't mean to make a love triangle. I meant to draw a line. It just so happens there are other lines."
Dec 12, 2018
Dec 12, 2018 at 1:13 AM UTC
I pick up
the sharp blades,
and feel the weight
of a thousand things
fall of my shoulders.
I am cutting off
every little tie
that is left between us.
Each inch is
a memory.
You always did like my hair long.
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:04 PM UTC
All my pwoblems,
who knows, maybe evwybody’s pwoblems
is due to da fact, due to da awful twuth
dat I am SPIDERMAN.
I know, I know. All da dumb jokes:
No flies on you, ha ha,
and da ones about what do I do wit all
doze extwa legs in bed. Well, dat’s funny yeah.
But you twy being
SPIDERMAN for a month or two. Go ahead.
You get doze cwazy calls fwom da
Gubbener askin you to twap some booglar who’s
only twying to wip off color T.V. sets.
Now, what do I cawre about T.V. sets?
But I pull on da suit, da stinkin suit,
wit da sucker cups on da fingers,
and get my wopes and wittle bundle of
equipment and den I go flying like cwazy
acwoss da town fwom woof top to woof top.
Till der he is. Some poor dumb color T.V. slob
and I fall on him and we westle a widdle
until I get him all woped. So big deal.
You tink when you SPIDERMAN
der’s sometin big going to happen to you.
Well, I tell you what. It don’t happen dat way.
Nuttin happens. Gubbener calls, I go.
Bwing him to powice, Gubbener calls again,
like dat over and over.
I tink I twy sometin diffunt. I tink I twy
sometin excitin like wacing cawrs. Sometin to make
my heart beat at a difwent wate.
But den you just can’t quit being sometin like
SPIDERMAN.
You SPIDERMAN for life. Fowever. I can’t even
buin my suit. It won’t buin. It’s fwame wesistent.
So maybe dat’s youwr pwoblem too, who knows.
Maybe dat’s da whole pwoblem wif evwytin.
Nobody can buin der suits, dey all fwame wesistent.
Who knows?
--JIM HALL
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 1:57 PM UTC
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
--SYLVIA PLATH
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
--ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 2:11 PM UTC
"Are you okay?"
they ask
I respond
as quickly
as I can
so they will not
notice the earthquakes
in my voice
or the tsunamis
in my eyes
or the drought
in my heart
--Ellen Everett
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:29 PM UTC
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet,
and so are you.
Razors are red,
Skin turning blue,
All of the pain,
reminds me of you.
Anger is red,
Depression is blue,
You are all red,
and I'm feeling blue.
Roses in red,
Violets in blue,
lie on my grave,
with a note just for you.
"Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I hope you know
I did this for you."
Nov 29, 2018
Nov 29, 2018 at 2:23 PM UTC