we have become lost in our own minds.
our love has crumbled into
shards of glass,
and they
have become engulfed into my skin.
I wish the sharp edges would cut deeper
so I would suffer no longer.
but that is selfish and I apologize
for my lack of better judgement.
but I wish you knew how much I miss you,
how much I think about you,
how much I still love you.
God I wish you could know and understand.
but I've realized "wishing"
only leads to crushed dreams,
a broken heart,
and a bitter taste of regret.
oh... my...
I miss you terribly,
and I can only wish
you felt the same.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
I keep looking for someone
who sees the world how I do.
Swirling metaphors
and striking colors,
Sunsets and beauty
and tragedy....
But perhaps I need
a facts and figures
Logical kind of person,
To pull my head out of the clouds.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Heavens,
Star Shining,
Angels singing Hallelujah !
The Saviour has come!
Merry Christmas
To all!
RLB
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
I want to tell him
that I’m scared,
that I’ve been here before.
And that the last time I felt potential like this it imploded;
I imploded.
But I don’t want to taint it,
You see I’m still hopeful
That maybe this time
Won’t end up laced with maybes,
Or what ifs,
Or open wounds pouring blood onto paper.
That maybe this time,
just won’t end.
I’ve not quite worked out whether I think it’s beautiful,
Or stupid -
The human capacity,
And pliancy,
And longing,
For love.
Oct 12, 2015
Oct 12, 2015 at 1:45 AM UTC
High-
Smoke in the air,
All you do is blow smoke.
Lies linger in the heavy air-
Intoxicatingly heavy air.
Unbreathable lies-
Unbreakable ties.
Mind so light,
floating above a head weighted with lead.
At some point we all believe we’re better off dead.
Might just be the smoke,
but my life is one big joke.
Coming and going
everyone
coming once and
Always
Leaving.
Always
breaking-
Promises.
Lies
Pies
and then—everyone dies.
High-
Smoke in the air,
That's all they do-
blow smoke in the air
It fills the room to capacity—
only for a moment
and it is empty once more.
Empty promises made ‘
lies created to pacify a situation.
Its all just empty smoke.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
Reverting to old behaviors.
I showed you my soul, you showed me yours.
Revealing my truths was not a simple task,
And what I'm afraid of is that it won't last.
Nothing is simple these days
And I can't quite get a grip to come out of this haze.
Before now it was just a phase.
I was just in a daze.
The rain is starting to fall now
The clouds grow dark
You definitely had made your mark;
For now when the dark clouds grow,
I should think you know my sentiments
as the Lightning flashes in my eyes
The thunder rolls in
And the tears become similar to those droplets falling from the skies.
My soul breaths in deep for the first time as I again become one
With the storm
It's what I am
A mess, no longer in the eye of the storm.
Fall storms it's what I'll become accustomed to.
It's something totally new.
As you and I find once again the distance in the sky.
I can't help wonder why.
The storm continues to roll on-
Will I ever once again be in the eye?
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
I've built this wall up for so long that I'm only now realizing that every brick I used was filled with the memories you left me
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:32 PM UTC
I find it hard to keep my head on the level
Keep thinking,
waiting for the second I lose my mental
Missing some thoughts about you
Memory got shot, a drive-by from what the last guy put me through
And some of the blood left a few stains
Bruises and scars but it ain't the same thang
The marks everyone else can see ain't nothing compared to the rips and tears deep inside of me
The stains on my soul turning what used to make me whole
into something ***** and cold
No amounts of bleach or scrubbing can make me forget
Nothing can help me escape from
the laundry list of regrets
It beats me up inside,
causes more, new and fresh bruises
with every nightmare
And no matter how many dreams I have between,
I can't seem to get there
To that place of no longer looking back,
of thinking about the past
Cause some trauma tends to define
what your happiness lacks
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
She saw a rainbow where he could only see black.
But together, they made a frame, keeping their picture perfect life intact.
She saw the sun where he was always captivated by the moon.
But together, they made each other's wishes come true and not a moment too soon.
She saw smiles where he drowned in the sadness of eyes.
But together, they made laughter and found truth amongst a million lies.
She saw beauty where he could only see regrets and pain.
But together, they made a life that could always be and would always remain.
She saw him where he would always find her.
And together, they made happiness that could span galaxies forever.
Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
Vibrant-
Illuminate
A slight chill in the air-
Jump into the sea below you say I wouldn't dare,
But the rocks below are just a detourant for those not willing to take a risk.
My fight has been humble though I have been humbled many a times,
And my battle has been pretty prolonged.
Here I am, Inclined to inform you of who I am today.
I am a San Diego sunrise
Pastel hues that paint the early morning skies
Each color,
Soft-
Or vibrant and bright,
Represents my personality on a spectrum:
Calm and reserved to outgoing and extroverted.
The exuberant sun reflecting off the ocean is passion.
This image is poetry in the making.
My passion is in fact poetry.
The ocean below is intensity-
The waves crashing upon the white California sand in a continuous, mellifluous soundtrack,
Just as I continuously strive to succeed in all I do.
Failure has never been an option for me.
The soundtrack of the waves is not only my love and desire for the ocean waves, but my need for music-
All music-
Any music.
The sun rising to the top of the sky demonstrates my sky is the limit attitude in Life and the fact that I have always had the tenacity to go after what I want whether it be finally playing college athletics after a career ending ankle reconstruction surgery, or maintaining my drive to go to law school.
Finally the sun setting at the end of the day and disappearing into darkness represents how even in dark times I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel, so to speak.
Darkness only lasts for so long and the sun will once again rise to display its beauty, candor and potential.
The sun is optimistic for each coming day and continues to rise even after it falls, as do I.
As a sailboat sets sail out of the harbor I feel the sun warming my soul and I know that I can continuously rise to any occasion to make it smooth sailing.
San Diego is in my heart and saltwater is in my veins-
It does not make sense for me to be anything other that a magnificent San Diego sun rise above the glistening pacific coast.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 11:25 PM UTC