Well into the night,
Caught between dream and day,
I examine the space beside me,
Where my love should lay.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 5:22 AM UTC
Where does my heart lie?
In a church,
On a stage?
In a book,
On a page?
How does my heart lie?
On its side?
On its face?
In a pile,
In some place?
Why does my heart lie?
To my friends,
Old and new?
To my family,
My own heart too?
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 4:59 PM UTC
When you have a toothache,
The dentist pulls it.
When you have a stomachache,
The doctor eases it.
When you have a headache,
Medicine soothes it.
When you have a backache,
The chiropractor fixes it.
So why is it...
There is no dentist, or doctor,
There is no medicine or chiropractor,
To heal this heartache?
Dec 27, 2016
Dec 27, 2016 at 12:00 PM UTC
I force a smile
broken up by teeth,
To hide a soul
broken up by grief.
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 5:22 PM UTC
You waited through my victories.
You waited through my miseries.
You waited while I cried
You waited for when I smiled.
You waited when I turned away from you.
You waited while I was with him.
You waited when I was insecure.
You waited
And waited For me.
And now I am the one,
Who is Waiting for you.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:42 AM UTC
Your heart.
broken,
battered,
beaten
and bruised,
but still beating.
What's more beautiful then that?
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:30 AM UTC
My foundation is cracked,
And my mortar needs replacing.
My bricks have faded,
And desperately need reshaping.
I don't have the strength I once had,
Years of abuse have shortened my life.
The cool paint of graffiti,
The scraping of a knife,
The burn of riot fires that mark me.
I have been spat on,
Kicked, cried on, yelled at.
I stand from Dawn to Dawn,
As a constant support.
A constant reminder
That a wall,
Broken and bruised,
Worn and small,
Can still love you.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
She stands up strait to balance the weight that is pulling her back.
She wears a smile to distract from her worn eyes.
She helps others because she so desperately needs it.
The only reason she doesn't self inflict is then people will know.
She eats very little because her heart has sunk to her stomach.
She drinks a lot to allow her to cry later.
She's so broken she seems whole to you.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 2:19 AM UTC
sitting serenely under summer stars
while your fast asleep in bed
no one there to share the thoughts
that are racing through my head
all the things that make a life
are things that we no longer share
when I try to voice my passion
not sure if you even care
all the things inside my heart
I doubt you’ll ever know them
in fact I’m pretty sure
you’ll never even read this poem
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
Here, hold my open palms.
I think I am finally ready.
To put my past on mute.
To be played on a new song.
To surrender my heartbeat to your tapping feet.
To sway.
To dance to an unknown tune.
Take my empty hands.
Take my free soul.
Take my dying crazy.
Take my loneliness as I grow old.
Come.
Take me forever
until my heart is dead and cold.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 3:45 AM UTC