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
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
I've been searching for an answer,
Looking for a clue-
There's just something that compels me back to you.
Bodies fit like pieces of a puzzle.
Lines traced across each and every muscle -
Memorization is key for for when you won't be with me.
Don't you see?
We don't yet know
who we are to be.
Searching for an answer,
Looking for a clue-
Here I lay,
Not quite knowing what to do.
Everything is a storm,
but with you I feel caught in the eye.
Everything outside has me on the hard concrete ground to cry.
Please say you'll never leave me-
Promise to me it is no lie.
Promises, Promises
I will be here until the day I die.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 12:44 AM UTC
The truth is, we all take life for granted.
We just think the sun will always come up & we will be there as witness.
What if you never saw the light again?
To live in the darkness is do live in danger.
It is toying with forbidden territory.
Sometimes taboo is fun,
We entertain our bored minds with thoughts of-
Death
Life
Love
Loss
Light
Dark
What does it all mean exactly?
Light shines even in a dark paradise,
No matter how fall you have fallen,
Yes, the sun still shines.
Even though the sun falls daily,
Remember you still must always rise
in order to see the light-
You must awake in the
m o r n i n g.
No matter how far you want to
j u m p
-
DONT
The light has stopped,
the sun will only wait for so long
W A I T
with it.
R I S E
with it.
Tomorrow is new
And you have the next day too.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:39 AM UTC
I feel like people don't take my poetry seriously because of my age.
I'm tired of it.
That is all, Thanks for hearing me out
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
They say she's a heart breaker-
You don't want her as you're anchor.
She drifts with the tide,
She's unstable and wild.
She'll out-weigh your ship and pull you down.
Sink you to the depths of the ocean,
Till you hear not a sound.
They say it's best to forsake her.
There's nothing in her heart,
Or soul to build fire.
With her you surely will turn to ice.
Ice that she will sculpt
any which way.
The ice queen-
The queen of ice.
They say she was truly the mastermind
The one who seduced the titanic.
Entrapped it in her tide. Sunk it to the deep ocean floor,
You could not find if you looked for.
They say many things, sometimes for a fee;
one thing they do not say, for they do not know:
She is me.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 3:16 AM UTC
The same Cricket has been outside my window for 5 endless nights.
I stay awake and think about all of the dark ones I stayed up until 4am trying to find some sort of light.
I never found the light.
If I recall, you were the one who searched for it.
And now this has got my ever disquieting mind reeling-
Did you find me light?
Or was it false hope?A flashlight with dead batteries?
That's how I feel now-
Like a car with no engine,
Empty under the hood.
I don't know why I trusted anyone anyhow.
My heart feels like lead,
A deadweight in my chest,
Broken from the drop off the cliff.
Of course you advised it to jump.
This same cricket has been here making the same ******* noise -
almost like how my mind tells me consistently how naive I was to trust.
It hasn't shut up in 6 hellish nights.I can't stand these ******* fights.
But you told me I must believe in the lies.
Not in so many words-
I was supposed to trust the "truth"
I guess it was a part of my demise.
Leave me to think I had the light,
But when I went to use the power it is mysteriously out of service
Right?
You obviously don't realize how far you push me down into the water.
How close I've been to drowning over-
Over and over again,
only to barely claw my way back to shore.
The cricket is still outside and I have tried to smother his sound with the conflation of sad songs,
But that's just not fair.
He sings of his sorrows just as well as I.
The cricket is outside my window and I let him stay now
For we both know this feeling
Update: I killed the cricket- he knew too much.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 2:55 AM UTC
Hearts beat
Breath quickens
The light it blinds, the dark, it thickens.
The pounding in the chest and skull.
Explosions threatening in mind, to tongue.
Pain to release pain,
Loss is the only thing we gain.
Say- im you're only one.
Pay- what I do when you depart again-
One final time.
Not with Benjamin's, penny's And dimes.
I payed for my crimes- deep Crimson blood and my fragile, darkened soul.
Gone they are from my body now, empty as it is.
It's a wonder how my heart still beats through my chest when you approach with your candor in tow.
It's a wonder how my breath quickens when you kiss me so.
But the insistent pounding in my skull and chest shall continue;
This allergic reaction to feelings I should not be experiencing, due to my soulless-ness.
My unfixable mess, but you have elicited this.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
And then-
It hits you.
Suddenly and overwhelmingly,
like you've opened the door to your house,
but suddenly it's no longer your home, but Pandora's box and there isn't hope left at the bottom this time.
Suddenly-
You're terrified again:
Fear hits you like the monsters under your bed when you were five, but this time it's not the dark you're afraid of, its the light.
You're terrified
Of Loss,
And love,
death-
And life.
You are suddenly a wanderlust with no sense if direction, who has lost his compass;
And you can't tell up from down,
which way is drowning,
And which is surviving with your head above water.
The pluviophile in you can only take so much before it begins to drown too, under the down pour.
Perspective changes when you don't have an umbrella.
Suddenly it all changes with that turn of a doorknob,
And for no apparent reason everything comes spiraling out at you,
pursuing you.
But finally when the last obstacle has hit you and knocked you to your knees,
Begging please
Over
And over
And over
And over:
There is hope,
You just have to take it out of the box yourself and find your home once again.
Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 1:15 PM UTC