I feel so worthless.
All the good inside me
Was drained in my sleep –
Only aches left behind.
Paint me dull,
Paint me wild,
Does it matter?
I’m just a child.
Turn up the sound.
Let it blast, flow.
Watch it punch on
Through this dark fog –
It anchors my soul.
So don’t you frown
Don’t think to glare
That my ears
Are plugged:
It’s the only thing
Keeping me here.
May 22, 2018
May 22, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
What I don't need:
A hand to hold or
arms when I'm cold.
Yeah, that's right.
Don't be offended
when I turn you down.
and wring you out.
It just won't work,
so ditch that frown.
I don't enjoy the music
or your clever words
or when you hang around.
Don't get so uptight.
Not saying life ain't bright
or sweet or fair
when you're there,
alright?
But I'm alone.
Funny cuz what used to be
my fear
is now my strength.
Alone is pain,
yes;
but alone is safe.
(yes?)
So stop trying.
I don't like you
I don't need you
I don't want you
I don't.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
You
and
Me
(:
(I tried to write a happy poem:
To show how you made me feel
And who you are.
"a" turned into "3"
Which would have birthed many.
So I broke them all down,
And that is how they sound.)
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
There is a space by my side.
Do you see it?
Once it laughed,
when all was right.
But with the changing tide
I was gone and it left:
life swept aside.
A rip where once was
full, now all is null.
But now I find it's lack
a fine companion.
I laugh and the silence
eats it
I speak and the words
fall flat
I cry and the lonlieness
engulfs.
There is a space by my side.
Do you see it?
Do you see it?
Do you see me?
The silence is all the response I need.
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
Could a song touch me?
Run its fingers
the length of my soul?
In truth it makes me wary
Of the power it holds:
To morph my mind is to
Morph my soul.
People, they touch me.
People are souls.
Souls cry out with life,
You might say they sing.
A song, a person, a soul?
Same thing.
Dec 30, 2017
Dec 30, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
I hate the way
your eyes reveal,
The way they sparkle and talk.
I hate the curve,
The laugh of your smile
As it tries not to grin.
I hate them.
I like them.
I hate that I like them.
I hate that i like you,
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
Always giving
Never getting
Always talking
Never taking
One day will I run out
Of things to give, of things to say?
Always helping, never helped.
Is this the way?
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 5:06 PM UTC
We hung out once,
we hung out twice.
I must say it was quite nice.
So out we went
To try our luck
Romance was on our side,
And we laughed a lot.
But time grows thinner,
And elsewhere I must be.
As the days go I see
"The winner"
Is something I'll never be.
Love needs our time
Love needs our hope
Makes us vulnerable
Makes us cope
I gave my hope
Searching for a way to cope
Tried to be vulnerable
But did it work? Nope.
Why? Time, my time, my lack of time.
And so now you see,
Why I cry.
I had you
And I lost you
Before I ever had you.
We call this: "The point of almost loving".
And it's unholy beau:
"leaving".
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
"Hello!" "Goodbye!" "Oh, what a fine day!"
Shaking hands, hugging wounds, soothing fears.
"My ears? Yes, you may take them."
"My time? Take that too."
"Use my words, put me to work — I promise, I won't shirk."
But my heart you cannot take.
It won't help you heal.
You see, I left it somewhere
That's far from here.
So now pain is all I feel.
If you get too close, you'll see.
So please, just accept my other gifts
And stay far from me.
Dec 28, 2017
Dec 28, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC