If you could see me now
You'd recognize me
In a heartbeat
You'd recognize this act
As a façade
A way of hiding the scar
That never truly healed
Despite the years
And all the changes
The events that
Changed our lives
For better or worse
All peel back
Bit by bit
Turning me into that
Naive innocent kid
Once more
All those defences
I've put up
All come crumbling down
Bit by bit
Piece by piece
In front of you
They amount to nothing
No ungodly force
Capable of stopping you
Stopping what you represent
That image forever ingrained
In my heart and mind
The culmination of love
Pain, joy, commitment
And all those emotions
That make the foundation
Of a relationship
One we never had
One we never will
Yet the standard I use
When it comes to others
You
Someone I never had
Have set the bar
For all that I shall have
In the future
So far not one
Has met that standard
Maybe it's just me
Or the standard you set
Is much too high
All I know
Is that it's lonely
Up here
Drinking alone
In this bar
So high off the ground
Won't you join me
One last time?
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 6:21 PM UTC
Some nights
I stand on stage
And read lines I have written
Lend my soul to strangers
And hope they enjoy it for the hour
I look out from blackness
To a crowd of many faces
But none of them
Are for me
Afterwards
I step out to greeting hands on shoulders
Smiling patrons with admiring words
But none of them
Are familiar
None of them
Are for me
I do not invite
Those I love
And the ones I do invite
Never come
Because they don't really love me at all
I do not invite
Those who do
To come watch me dissolve
Underneath these bright lights
I do not spill myself out
To those who already know what lays inside
My poetry is a blanket for everything ugly
And there is no need
To place it on those who have already seen what is underneath
Some nights
I am saddened by this
By entertaining a crowd that knows nothing more
Than my name and writing
Yes they have seen me bleed
And to them,
It is nothing more
Than an act
But there is no clotting after the show
No army of white blood cells to end the spillage
It is just me
Along with the remnants of what I've poured out that day
What people often forget
Is that my words follow me home
Some nights
I share them with others
But most nights
I keep them to myself
And every night
They stay with me
Sleep in my bed
The only good is in the reassurance
Of knowing they will be there
In the morning
Unlike every other
Who has left after the ******
Everyone
Always leaves
And I am afraid
That if I wring myself empty
To those who already love me
They will do the same
I do not know
How to clean up my mess with pride
I only know
How to sweep it aside
So for now
I will continue
To stand on stage
And read lines I have written
Lend my soul to strangers
And hope they enjoy it for the hour
I know they will
My performance
Is their escape.
Mar 22, 2017
Mar 22, 2017 at 11:03 AM UTC
You, a spring meadow
Bringing life with every step you take.
Flowers come to life when you smile.
The birds chirp alongside your laughter.
Your scent in sync with the pines.
Every word you speak reverberating across infinity.
You are the quintessence of life
Wrapped inside a mortal frame.
Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 7:03 PM UTC
I yearn for
The most ordinary
Type of beauty
One that does not
Steal your
Breath away
Or cause your
Heartbeat
To quicken
But one you
Do not
Tire looking at
That garners more
Love and adoration
With the passing
Of time
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 3:30 PM UTC
Towering over me
Like the giants they are
The custodians of wisdom
Of a bygone era
Benevolent sages
Full of life
The keepers of immortality
And the secrets of death
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 4:48 AM UTC
The time will never
Be right
Nor can it ever be
For time does not
Dictate what occurs
Or will occur
Merely records it
In passing
Feb 28, 2017
Feb 28, 2017 at 8:14 PM UTC
You deserve the world
But all I can offer you
Is this page filled with words
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:07 PM UTC
Words are a luxury
I am choosing not to spend
Loosely on you
Not because you're
Not worth it
But because I do not
Wish for them to lose
Their touch
Their impact
Their heart
I want every word
I write in your honor
In your memory
To be full of life
Love, joy
And the occasional
Sorrow
Not to cause you pain
But to help you overcome it
To bring a smile to your face
Not one that stuns the world
With its brilliance
But a simple one
Lingering at the corner of your lips
Showing satisfaction
Fulfillment
Wholehearted acceptance
From my heart to yours
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:06 PM UTC
I am not fond of photos
Neither taking them
Nor being in them
Their pervasiveness
In everyday life
Has no boundaries
Everything can now be found
Within a photo
Want to capture a beautiful moment?
Photograph it
Want the world to see your lunch?
Photograph it
Want to show off to your friends?
Photograph it
Want to pretend to live a life you don't?
Photograph it
Want to show your weakness, the bane of your life?
You can't photograph it
Want to express that hidden passion within you?
You can't photograph it
Want to express your deeply rooted love for another?
You can't photograph it
A photo is not everything
It is merely a glimpse of a moment
It does not capture the emotion
The flare
The background story behind it
I prefer to write my memories
Re-creating the scene I remembered
Painting a picture with words
So despite others not seeing what I saw
They will feel what I felt at that moment
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 9:05 PM UTC
You are unpolished jade
Lackluster
Without a single ounce of shine
Your beauty remains unseen
Covered up from view
Trapped within
Yet ever so present
Let me show what you can be
No, let me show you
What you already are
And have always been
Luminous
Feb 24, 2017
Feb 24, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC