on a day to day basis
there is not constant
no consistency with the way I feel.
So you can say that you know me
but I'll tell you that you're wrong
because hell, I don't even know me.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:55 PM UTC
You hold desperately to the memories of your past, and they drag you back.
I will not be dragged back with you.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
As day begets day begets day
The hornier I get, the less I can wait.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
It kills me not to be by her side
not being able to cuddle her at night
we'll be back together soon
then we can swoon, swoon, swoon
but until that long awaited night
I'll hug your picture and hold on tight
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
So this is defeat.
This place in which helplessness and discontentment meet.
This off rhythmic step to a melancholy beat.
It seeps into the creeks where light once resided.
Confiding to no one the fears that I hide when shedding my tears in places pride cant thrive in.
Defeat.
This feeling that cant be beat nor destroyed.
This strong-force that makes all joyful things void.
In this world so dark and dim, I ask myself "where do I begin?"
How do I open the windows to my soul to shed the light in?
For it's harder than it seems... the fall of shattered broken dreams.
This place where self-destructive schemes and life's worn down seams meet.
Defeat.
-Bobbie Leigh
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
They said no pulse
could match the pace of mine
but our two souls
beat in time
Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
We create a web around us
With our feelings and emotions
To secure us from any danger
Getting caught in that world
Unaware of what’s happening around
Obstructing our vision
Somehow getting caught in there
And realize quite late
The world has changed and moved ahead
Leaving us behind
Only to reminisce what has been
Before we realize, it’s too late
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 1:34 PM UTC
Nothing bleeds as fast as a broken heart's feeble beat.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
Cut your teeth
on gasoline,
white lies, small death
and saccharine.
Hollow chests,
empty smiles.
thoughts and hearts
will stop a while.
Cold hands,
cold hearts.
we're dangerous children
with poisonous darts.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC
We live in cardboard castles
and play games where we set ourselves on fire
We stack our house of cards
so we can try to catch the kings as we knock it down
We wear armor made of spun glass
and throw ourselves off of bridges just to watch it shatter
We like to smile and pretend that we're okay
and sometimes it even works.
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 12:05 AM UTC