i'm lying in bed
and i'm crying
because
i miss you
and i cry harder
because
you don't miss me
and that
breaks my heart
because
you don't want me
like i want you
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 1:02 PM UTC
you used to be my home
my happy place
you were
so many things
my solace
in times of need
my shelter
from life's rains
my escape
from life's wars
i never felt alone
you always welcomed me
but now
you closed your doors
and kicked me out
i'm a vagabond
a nomad on the roam
i have no home
and you no housekeeper
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 1:00 PM UTC
So,
you’ve gone.
all those memories
you and me.
Rocking by the swing
humming to myself
fingers reaching to
where you sat.
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 1:00 PM UTC
I am the worst
I vowed to never
Ever hurt anyone
Yet I hurt you
I didn't mean to
But I did it
I lead you on
By accident
But who would believe that
Who would believe
The person who recieved
Your love
But never gave anything in return
Feb 2, 2023
Feb 2, 2023 at 1:00 PM UTC
Human life is like a book...
The middle being birth.
The end death.
And the middle
a souls adventure of expansion.
Human life is like a book.
A grand story
unwinding with feelings as words
and moments as footmarks.
Once concluded it’s bond
in spirits core memory
to take one then
to a new book-cover of spirit.
A new beginning of
chapters where a sequel begins
with a beginning, middle, and end.
Aug 28, 2022
Aug 28, 2022 at 11:25 AM UTC
I’m buried in a cocoon of stories
From poetry,
To biographies,
To dystopia,
And romance
So many stories
Of so many people
Real,
Or just figments of the author’s
Imagination
Sitting atop wooden bookshelves
Waiting for the right person,
To pick them up
And get lost in their story
For everyone has a story to tell,
Some are overly exaggerated,
And other’s are rarely heard
The important thing is
That we share our stories
Through word of mouth,
The internet,
Or in a notebook
To be found by future historians
Tell your story
Believe me, you won’t regret it
Aug 23, 2022
Aug 23, 2022 at 6:37 AM UTC
the phantoms of you rest thrillingly in my mind
they dance in my dreams
and scream in my ears
taking me back to our time
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:55 AM UTC
Take a walk with me down my favourite street,
down memory lane
it’s still under construction
Memories built and renewed
I will tell you stories about foreign colours
so you can paint them onto bricks
placed by some past version
of myself
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:52 AM UTC
You know that feeling?
When you remember a moment
Restructured to fit what your emotions desire
And then it’s born
Out of empty space
Nostalgia, a blue flower
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:52 AM UTC
That book, it was a drop of my youth's ocean,
Without filter I recorded each emotion.
I may have left my older verses now,
But through my pen its flow is still in motion.
Jan 11, 2022
Jan 11, 2022 at 10:51 AM UTC