I get lost on long streets
Always in the dark
Always dead ends
never what I think is the right way
Have you ever been lost
In the wild winds
Or in the blazing sunlight
hitting the skin of your arms
Maybe you could understand it then,
the rush of the feeling
I wouldn't know how to explain, I couldn't tell you now
It all feels so old like Egyptian scriptures on walls,
you have to know the language to decipher the meaning
But I have never been good at speaking a language that isn't the one in my head,
or finding my way on long lost roads,
or feeling the sun without knowing the burn that will be left on my skin.
Nov 16, 2025
Nov 16, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC
If I don't return the call
it's because you never wanted to make it in the first place
and I know that
If you don't see me at the party
I didn't lose the invite
or forget the address
it's because you never wanted to invite me in the first place
and I know that
I have experience in staying in on Saturday nights
I have no problem with being alone
it's better than feeling alone in a crowd
that's what I tell myself
and I know that
But maybe if I would of returned the call
and went to the party
maybe the memories could of filled my head
instead of all of this noise
and I know that
I brush my hair and go to sleep
rejection looks a lot like looking in the mirror
May 23, 2020
May 23, 2020 at 7:38 PM UTC
I lived in my sanctuary,
handmade, using materials with lifetime warranties
intricately and precisely I carved the pieces of my soul into softwood, sealing in all the cracks so nothing else could get in
I put up mosaic windows using all the coloured pieces I had, letting the light shine through and illuminate only the parts that I wanted to see
you can make anything seem more beautiful than it is
when you need to
but the walls that sheltered me from past storms weren't meant to last forever,
even though it took all my strength to put them up
And it took just as long to break down the sanctuaries I built up in my head, as it did to build them
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 9:08 PM UTC
I took the matches that I found
and I burned everything down,
it burned so hot that I could not see
all the damage around
all the places, all the faces, all the used to be's
all in ruins on the ground,
but I was blind, I could not see.
And in the darkness I could not find
a single thing that could make some light
it lasted so long I forgot how to breathe
then all the air inside of me
turned me to stone.
But I will not ask you where to go,
I will just ask one thing;
when you are there but I cannot see,
and if I am not who I used to be,
if all that we found seems out of reach,
please, will you wait for me?
May 5, 2020
May 5, 2020 at 10:55 PM UTC
You are a wanted man,
but no one wants you as much as me
wreck this ship at sea
and I will jump into the ocean
blue as your eyes, just to be by your side
Oh you are my greatest love of all time
A thousand kisses
A thousand more, my talisman.
Darling I adore your touch
trace my body with your hands, incase I never love again,
bury me in your crimes
Oh you are my greatest love of all time
200 years and 20 more
if history repeats itself
I will meet you there again
And I will save your life
over and over
And you will save mine
You are my greatest love of all time
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Balloons and glitter in the air
sparkly dresses and countdowns
I don't know how I survived
I said after all these years
you would think the cold air would feel less harsh on my skin
but this time it lingers
letting itself in
and I'm so scared of what's to come
I guess all I can do is try and stay warm regardless of the red of my cheeks
and the trembling of my hands
and five years
goes by so fast
and so, so slowly
when you're waiting for your chest to unthaw
waiting for the summer to come
and the year to be new
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 12:21 AM UTC
It's hard to be thankful for the past year,
when its been spent breathing in stale air and looking through broken glasses. Sometimes it seems easier to leave the wound open and unattended, knowing that even after it's healed it will scar.
But there is power in becoming brighter than the reality you surround yourself with, knowing that despite the ending there are the moments in between, a colour coated scene that reminds you the cold will come, but it will not last forever.
A warm drive home after a cold day,
cozy hands and falling leaves,
an in between moment,
brighter than the darkness could of ever planned for,
we are eating dessert in the tv light,
and I am thankful for you.
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC
of one thing
i am sure
and that is
that i am
unsure of
myself
and it’s funny
how i can’t
sleep but my
chest closes its
eyes and hums
with a heartbeat
that is unsure of
itself, too.
i try to morph
into a body
i don’t feel
belongs to me
just so i can
fit somewhere
fit in somewhere
and i tell so
many stories
about the
universe, it
forever feels
like i am trying
to remain lost.
i am unsure
of myself;
connecting the
moles on my
skin as if they
will spell out
something bigger
so i can feel
like i matter,
at least for
a little while.
i sleep beside
myself, stare at
a reflection
so unfamiliar
i couldn’t even
identify it in
a crowd of
strangers, but
i am trying.
and one day
i’m sure i’ll
be sure
of myself but
until then,
i’ll morph into
someone i can
be proud of
and hope that
the universe
sends me back
to myself.
Jun 13, 2018
Jun 13, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC