You told me you didn't want me,
you told me I wasn't enough.
But the night that he left you,
the night he said no,
you called me,
drunk off your ***
telling me you love me.
I'm not sure
if I should believe you.
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
poetry
is emotion.
its just
a sputtering stream of how our mouths process it.
sometimes
its little drips
of crimson blood,
drawing lines from our lips to our hearts.
others,
its a projectile scream;
something we can stop or close our mouths to.
it affects other people,
splatters of my blood on her shirt
or
my scream shattering her eardrums
but
now she has crimson to spill
and it trickles down her lips.
Nov 7, 2019
Nov 7, 2019 at 6:44 AM UTC
i am me.
all i am,
all i aim to be
is me.
why does me
make
you
uncomfortable?
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 10:41 AM UTC
Supposedly, there is some great plan
Was the plan to hurt me, to drag my through the dirt
your grip on my feelings and iron clasp
Was the plan to cut me deep, to hit me where it hurts
the knife you pressed into my heart
Was the plan to isolate me, by pushing them away
caging me with bars of silver and gold
Was the plan to let them, to let them **** me
to let them destroy me and tear me limb from limb?
Tell me, what was the plan,
because I never agreed to the burning you placed in my heart.
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 9:33 AM UTC
don't follow her into the woods, though her lantern shines bright
beneath her hood is darkness, her keen teeth catch the light
the wolf trails behind her, its tail between its legs
her basket weights down her arm, her cape the color red
it falls like water against her, its deep crimson catches the eye
even the branches curl away, nor sight of a butterfly
the entire forest fears her, yet they never see her face
just the presence of her sends shivers to the depths of this dark place
so please, watch your step, for her demons patrol the skies
never let your flashlight stray to the yellow of her eyes.
Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC
When Klaus Hargreeves said,
"His
name was Dave,"
Everyone noticed the
silent emphasis that rang in the grief
behind his words.
The question, "Who was she?"
"His"
puts a sting in the back of the throat,
a pierce in the eyes,
pouring red, thick
truths from the soul.
Aug 26, 2019
Aug 26, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
almost caught around cold marble corners,
stealing strawberries
never noticed by the common crowds,
painfully singled out by the mobs
snatching frozen kisses through double sided mirros,
make me look conceded
silver moments savored by golden windows,
showing worlds who never cared
wondering why we are labeled as villain,
they are the crude smokes that filling ****** skies
contaminated by pleas of those who perspire over you,
fall me upon silent ears
slink around in dark damp under-secret tunnels,
intials engraved within an immature heart pressured into perfection by natural issues
pollution, famine, war, death
four horsmen ready to ride unto an unforgiving world,
but i am the best
the horsemen can never outrun me
i'll always be just behind the almost-loyal congregations, lying in wait amongst the shadows not cowering,
waiting for their side effects to set in
it never takes long
for the noble steeds stomp upon my seeds of doubt,
pressing them firmly in with blood, sweat and tears
first, little sprouts, then large blinding leaves and rolling suffocating vines with poison thorns
don't ***** yourselves children, the fear will set in
Aug 22, 2019
Aug 22, 2019 at 11:05 PM UTC
There are things
I wished I'dve said to her
when I had the chance, There are days
when I wish I would've spoken my mind.
And there are times
when I wonder why I didn't, But now in the revelation
of my possible success
I wish her
here
by my side, though metaphorically and emotionally she always will be
but physically
I need her support.
Just like she needed mine.
But, millions and millions of miles away it feels
from her comforting glance, from the inexplicable
Freedom
she granted me, the
Confidence
she bestowed in my heart and now I wish
I wish she was somehow here again.
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:11 PM UTC
in·ef·fa·ble
adjective
too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words
"the ineffable beauty of her freedom"
freedom to speak, to sing, to love
"the ineffable beauty of her freedom"
freedom to live, to laugh, to fight
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:01 PM UTC
please don't leave me
the constant nagging in the back of my mind
this pessimistic fate
those fake tears
i can't stand it
please stop crying
i never meant to hurt you
only to love you
but i love to deep
i can't stand it
please be safe
don't get lost in the big bad world
i'll be your flashlight
i'll be your guard dog
cause i can't stand it
without you
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 9:55 PM UTC