Things I want the most, never really found me.
I've been hazy for too long, never really understood how.
Actually almost on the rope.
but there's this beautiful star that fills up the empty void
I've been feeling all these years. The bare feeling of life.
These things usually pass by, like red light district.
Please don't take me back to the start.
Sep 18, 2018
Sep 18, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC
I can't write
I actually physically can't
OK
OK how about, something with flowers
Not like that's been done 1000000000 times
I swear to god anymore similes and I will
punch
my
own
esophagus
This is terrible
OK ummm
Fish tanks?
Fish tanks aren't all that poetic
I can't think of anything
I think I'm dried up
Like an empty...
Fish tank
******
Wait a minute
What if I just write something about
Not knowing what to write
That would be easy
It also explains why this *****
******
Aug 7, 2018
Aug 7, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
On the dark expressway
I am once again found and reborn
Who was once was in an attic
Trying to enjoy
The space beneath the floor
Oh how little joy
Can be revived by such a walk
With the woman in black
And the sweat dripping
On my face
Is never a disgust to her.
How im blinded by the city lights
How the cars passing through
Are a glaring vision
How the red beams from the taillights
Feels like a dream,
Yet i am here
You're here
Everything feels like gravity
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
"Breathe for love tomorrow,
cause there's no hope for today"
These words got me,
when I went up your room
and you were crying
I tried to mumble my words
to a comforting state
it's all I can do
I'm sorry for that,
I don't know the pain you're going through
right now
but I want you to know
if you want to leave
where the grass is greener
where the light is brighter
Its okay.
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 4:38 PM UTC
She's a woman who's red-blooded
A woman with a strong heart
Who still believes in love
Even if you don't
But,
I believe she'll be
The same woman
I met at 3 during 5
Where she was sitting
On a comfortable bench
And was so ravishing.
The same woman
Who eats icecream
And still crave for some.
I'm not even done,
She's the only exception
In my chapter
Hope is a dangerous thing,
But I hope
She'll be in the next book.
Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:04 PM UTC
I hear voices
and I'm awaken.
Haunted by this earth
where I'm creepin'
convinced that I am
no longer
and I'm just another
spec of dust, in your world
but you make me want to live
you make me see
the stars that didn't shine
but you know
I'll try
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:55 AM UTC
And I have thought about writing about you
but here I go
my thoughts goes out to you
as waking up was a trouble to me, I seem to find perfection with your perfect morning message
as a smile was faking its action,
as a frown was truly formed
even after I have left you
you're here
to
stay.
I am deeply terrified of all things
even though there have been times I wanted to tell you
in overwhelming moments, but I can't stop loving you anymore
no matter
how painful
it gets.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
It's one of the nights I wish you'd tell me
that I should stop drinking
I should stop smoking
but it's not
it's not one of those nights
it's one of those nights that I'd drink
and smoke
til' I pass out
and check up on my Grandmother
I'm not saying it's a lonely life I have
you're gone
and she's dying
but yes
I'm implying that it is a lonely life
I have.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 9:52 AM UTC
It gets me thinking
that I did you wrong
The midnights that we used to
make time for both of us,
now its just midnights
My deepest thoughts goes to you
I wish you could feel, but that's just
me, being selfish.
If you'd say farewell to me
this is left unfinished.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
I feel like my poems have just become a list of complaints but how can I find the beauty in this storm?
No church has ever heard as many prayers as that hospital room that night.
Your life hung in the house like a crucifix or an old family photo.
HOW DID YOU EXPECT ME TO GET THROUGH THIS?????
Did you think your absence would make anything better?
It hurts.
It's killing me.
You left in paragraphs. You said I'd be fine.
But when you left you took me with you.
Now my bathroom floor knows more about me than I do.
Now I see you everywhere. In the halls, in your sister's eyes, our coffee shop. oh God that coffee shop.
Your presence still paints the walls there.
The coffee isn't strong enough anymore.
All I taste is you.
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC