H is for the question:
How the hell did I get here?
O is for the Ocean,
What I always search to find.
M is for the Moments,
Especially the small ones
That you least expect.
E is for Ever,
The amount of time that
I'll be content on the road.
H is for Having some extra receptor
That makes my quench for
Questing Impossible to fill.
O is for Organic,
The way it feels
When I explore something new.
M is for the Memories
That I can never forget.
E is for extraordinary,
The quality of my life.
H.
H is for Home,
But not in a traditional sense.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 2:04 PM UTC
I use to find butterflies
In my stomach when I saw your face.
And id dream every night
Of the sweetness of your embrace.
But then you messed it all up,
Stupid, typical, selfish boy.
Playin, rippin, tearin at my heart,
Like a dog with a toy.
And there ain't no chance
Of you getting me back now.
Going back to you would be
As helpful as being hit by a plow.
To go back wouldn't be good at all,
And you're just the same as the last.
I've had way too much chasing, never finding.
I'll leave my heart alone in it's cast.
So I'll favorite your tweets
and I'll like your pics.
But don't think it's any more,
Because boys are really just a bunch of...dummies
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
I doodled a mini solar system on my homework today
It made me think about your eyes.
I want to travel through space and never come home
Go to the moon and never worry about the absence of gravity because your mind pulls me in just the same.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Woah, I think there's a
roller coaster in my mind,
Bunches of Sporadic thoughts
With one congruent disguise.
Pop pop poppin up
all over my head
And they're pop pop poppin,
shootin us dead.
My ideas, they're killin us,
They're surface feeders.
Eating the truth
Like tasty hour d'oeuvres
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
I was in love once.
But it was such a long time ago,
I've begun to wonder if it was all in my mind.
Yes, there's been others since then,
But they always end in the same type of motions,
It seems to me the strangest paradigm.
Always starting with a vague sense of hope
A longing to feel a way again,
But then simply failing most definitely.
The longing for the feeling I adore,
Overpowers the longing for another's mind.
I don't even know if my heart can still hold something of that capacity.
And what if I don't want it to?
Isn't it great to be free?
To leave all the cares behind, and live by the tide?
But wouldn't it be great to be free again?
To reside at the limit of happiness
Merely by being with that person you admire?
Even then, how could you ever know if he felt the same?
If a heart doesn't break even,
Surely it can't love equally either.
If my longing for him is greater than his for me,
What does that leave me to do,
Once his power is stronger than any other?
Or maybe it will never come to matter,
Because all these conflictions are secondary,
What I mostly fear would be much greater.
What if I can never feel that way again?
What if I've wore down my sensitivity,
And grown rock hard to the possibility of these feelings?
Maybe it's a lack of patience,
And maybe it's a complete inability.
And maybe I should just accept the reality that I may never fully connect with another human being.
Oh, what have I done to my heart.
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
The wind holds my hand.
A wandering soul,
Surprise is my plan.
The breeze sets me free.
The only thing I need
Is my mind and my feet.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
It doesn't matter.
He doesn't matter.
Nothing matters, because to him,
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter
That when I hear his name, my gut still aches.
It doesn't matter
that the girl he is with I wish was really me.
It doesn't matter
that I know these feelings might actually be fake.
It doesn't matter
that I'm obsessed with an idea and not what I really see.
It doesn't matter
that every time I get close to uncaring, the picture of us
(the one where we're content just staring at each other, or maybe the one where you're crying because you fell in love with me on accident)
is back in my head.
It doesn't matter
that he's different, that I'm different. That we'd be different.
Maybe better, probably worse.
It doesn't matter
that I will never be able to find out.
It doesn't matter
that I'm counting down the days till the anniversary of our split.
Because maybe (hopefully, probably not) on that day, I'll snap out of this caring.
It doesn't matter
that we agreed we hoped we'd find our way back to each other.
It doesn't matter.
But for some stupid reason,
It ******* does.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
In the hustle of the city,
And the beauty of the nature,
The sound I adore can fade away.
But when you take a step apart,
A few deep breaths,
And Lots of grateful thoughts,
the sound of nothingness
Will be all that fills your ears.
I adore these quiet moments.
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Beauty is a passing fancy
That can never last a life time.
So just like the trees of Autumn,
You will leave.
It's easy to love a pretty face
And forget about it tomorrow
But when you fall in love With a mind,
Your entire soul will grieve.
Feelings are never made equally,
I love your mind, you loved my body,
So just like the trees of Autumn,
You will leave.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
Its like a broken
stop light Flashing
red And
blue, My heart
won't make up my
mind.
Yes and no
Stop. Go.
Like A comet
coming much too
fast,
I can't wait for it to
come crashing in.
Part of me is terrified
of the lasts,
But another can't wait
for all the new firsts.
Excruciatingly Terrified,
Substantially ecstatic.
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC