It seems at a young age. I saw.
That music is something I could grasp.
Something that is endless.
Unlike our human body.
It's passed down.
From generation to generation.
Always changing with the times.
Always morphing for the agenda.
Underground lies the true talent.
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:00 PM UTC
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
you look so lovely
when you lie
keep saying you love me
till the day i die
s.s
Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 10:37 AM UTC
We were a drunk adventure,
at hotel emergency stairs.
We were cold bodies,
and tropical kisses.
We were exploding techno songs,
and we hit like ecstasy.
We were the calm before the storm,
and the smell after summer rain.
We were flower touch,
and dirtier than martinis.
We were caring friends,
and destructive lovers.
We were oven-like smiles,
and cold beer tears.
We were everything,
and we are empty nothings.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
(read forward, then backward, line by line)
I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 11:08 PM UTC
Behind the screen. If I were to write.
You barely read my hand writing.
For I think faster than I can write.
Or type.
Behind this screen you'd see the joy.
The saddness.
And the pain.
You'd see everything that makes me.
Sane.
You'd see the pages I have filled with.
Love.
Anger.
Hatered.
Dreams and doubt.
You'd see me, inside out.
But with a doubt you'd see.
The lust for love in me.
A deepness that no one can fill.
A black hole to the bitter end.
You'd see.
For beyond this screen I have dreamed.
Of a life with love and no agony.
With a woman who would set me free.
You'd see all the truth in me.
For I do not wear a bow or crown.
I do not bow for the serpent now.
I have never wore a mask to be a clown.
I have always just shoved my feelings down..
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
i am
hopelessly
in love with you
you could burn my whole world to the ground
destroy everything i live for
and i would still seek shelter
in the oceans of your eyes
maybe that's why i let you break my heart
and why i'd let you do it again
if it meant you'd hold it for awhile longer
i am just
hopeless
and hopelessly
in love
s.s
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
tell me you miss me
i will laugh with tear filled eyes
it was your choice love
s.s
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC
Sometimes in life.
I wish I could log out.
Lay low for away.
Be forgotten for a few, days, months.
Years.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:37 AM UTC
You know that space between sleep and awake?
That place where you are thinking,
but not dreaming yet?
Right at that moment, right at that place it hurts the most.
I close my eyes and your silhouette appears at a dark street corner.
I stand next to you and we smoke in silence.
I spot us at Irish pubs drinking beer.
I see us in shapes and colors and lines,
Losing ourselves on crowded dance floors.
I feel your salty skin next to mine,
While whispering promises to each-other.
I follow us while getting lost in sunny unknown cities.
Passing by car lights cracking my thoughts,
I turn around in my empty bed and I want to feel the warmth of youth in a cold set of sheets.
My eyelids get heavy,
I am about to disconnect.
I get anxious as i drift away in the dark abyss of my subconscious.
It’s the place before sleep and awake,
where I love you the most,
but I still lose you when I dream.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:25 AM UTC