The mirror lies to me anxiety
Heavy water with no light depression
Noise gold distraction notoriety
All together not so bad regression
I do this to myself now I'm late
Like some newborn kittens in a box scared
Of the self fulfilling prophecy fate
That is my treasure without any map
The only true thing we fear is but change
The most valuable currency clap
Alone in a room with my own thoughts strange
Just like wingless flying and hunger smile
At every challenge we must all the while
Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 8:46 PM UTC
why a poet?
because a poet
hears the words
which sing the
purest harmonies
because a poet
paints their portraits
in pastels
of phrases
because a poet
dances their agonies
into leaps of faith
and pirouettes
of passion
because a poet
sees
the beauty
in the commonplace
and captures
the moment
in a snapshot
of ink and white
because a bloodless world
cuts itself
a thousand times
and the poet bleeds
Mar 28, 2015
Mar 28, 2015 at 4:52 AM UTC
I can smell him on my sheets
I can taste him in my dreams
I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
memories
But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
I can't hear
His laughter
He's not near
Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,
I'm no longer aware
Everything around me, slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter, his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
His name purred on her lips;
She loved the way it
Rolled around on her tongue,
Loosened her vocal chords
Every time she said
his name aloud,
It felt as though she were
Becoming more and more
Well versed in him;
His character,
His very being
Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC