No hint of anything can be seen in the cavernous depths of my mind. A vast expanse of nothingness.
And then a wall.
A solid obsidian entity unwilling to shift for means other than its own.
Not a singular ray of light shining in.
All of the rifts in the mass patched.
Solid.
An impenetrable barrier.
Hopeless.
Mar 8, 2022
Mar 8, 2022 at 1:18 AM UTC
‘Real poets’ say the words should flow
That the words just come to you
At random times throughout the day
But what if that’s not my case
What if it takes me a week
Just to put together the right words
Just to get the point across
Does that make me a poser?
Am I a fake poet then?
No it just makes me different
Everyone writes their heart out
Bleeds the words onto the paper
Some people just have a slower flow
Not a gush but a drip
And that’s me.
Aug 22, 2018
Aug 22, 2018 at 6:51 PM UTC
You're the star of my dreams
The victim of my nightmares
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 9:56 AM UTC
For the longest time
We were just the sun
And the moon
You producing endless light
And me reflecting it back
But then I realized
That maybe it’s not so great
Just being a dark rock
Only enlightened by you
Maybe I didn’t want to be the moon
Well maybe I want to be a star
Making my own light
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 9:07 AM UTC
They said it was an accident
That you had just slipped of the balcony
That you were just peering over the guardrail too far
Then you just slipped
But I knew what happened
I knew what happened the moment I saw you
Your little broken body slid out of the cold locker
Your nose crooked and your eyes puffy
Those once bright sapphire eyes stifly closed
I didn’t cry; I just stood there staring
“That’s her” I had croaked out
Then I walked away
You said you wouldn’t
I told you what would happen
Breathing in cold air I glanced quickly at the traffic below
“See you later alligator”
In a while crocodile
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:26 AM UTC
No I don’t miss you
No matter what I say
I do not miss you
I don’t miss our late night talks
I don’t miss your constant humming
I don’t miss us leaning on each other
I don’t ******* miss it
No matter what I say
Don’t listen to a word that I say
Because I cannot miss you
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
One foot in front of the other
That’s all there is to it
Control your breathing
Don’t get too excited
No one is there to hold your hand
It’s all up to you
The ledge was starting to look thin
Your legs are getting wobbly
Fatigue is making you want to give in
Step
Step
Step
Step
Slip—
But you never hit the ground
Because he’s there to catch you
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:32 AM UTC
I think my biggest fear is love
I know that sounds cleshay and cheesy
But we all are afraid of something
Our fears do not come without reason
They are made from experience or stories
You see I did not used to fear my passion
I actually craved it; lived for it
But then I was broken from falling too hard
No I don’t think I fell in love
It was more like a fast jump
Thinking you know what you’re getting into
This just made it worse
The fact that you took all of that time
You took all of your effort to love this person
But now they’re gone
They made it so it was difficult to take the time on another
But still you put in the effort
Because no matter how much it scares you
No matter how much it may hurt you
You still crave that old feeling
The need to feel needed
So this time you don’t fall with arms wide open
You take the time and look where you’re jumping
Take that a deep breath, close your eyes and leap
Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 9:23 AM UTC
My world was monochromatic
Full of one basic color scheme
But now it’s full of varying shades
More stunning than anything I’ve ever seen
He brings me a mood of many hues
Never ceasing to put put the mind to ease
Because before him I knew only shades of grey
And now I have more color than I’ll ever need
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 5:41 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I really dearly miss you
The throaty laughter
And crooked smile
Though it is not like
I haven't seen it in a while
For your picture sits on my desk
In a wrinkled, ripping, tangled mess
Its edges are curled and colors are fading
You unaware of the feelings it's making
In that picture on that deck of mine
We sit on a bench with hands intertwined
My head is thrown back looking at the sky
Distracted by a small butterfly
Little did I know that you just sat and stare
And that I'd soon wish we were still there
I haven't seen your face in a while
God I just really miss that smile
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC