You left your scent on my pillow
It makes me miss you
And imagine you next to me
All the same
I guess you could say
My imagination is quite wild
But so is my heart
I'll imagine holding you in
My arms tonight, while
You sleep in your own bed
And I hope you'll do the same
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 6:53 PM UTC
I wanted to tell you
How your smile is brighter
Than the sun itself
I wanted to tell you
How your eyes are golden
But more valuable than gold
I wanted to tell you
How your hands are rough
But have a soft touch
I wanted to tell you
How your hair is wild
Just like your spirit
I wanted to tell you
How your lips are softer
Than anything I've ever touched
I wanted to tell you
How your body is perfect
Like an ancient Roman sculpture
I wanted to tell you
How your laugh is better
Than my favourite song
I wanted to tell you
How your hug
Feels like home
But I keep it all
To a simple
I love you
Because that's easier
Than saying that I love
Everything about you
May 5, 2019
May 5, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
I have always been a lot to handle;
I feel too much, talk too much.
My sensitivity is my weakness
And my strenght.
I can feel the Earth moving
Under my feet,
I can hear the wind praying,
And the song of the sea.
And the forests, they call me
To explore them all.
But I'm in the city,
So how can I hear their voice?
There is so much to me,
From loud laughter to excessive talks,
From quiet nights filled with thinking,
All the way to stupid jokes.
A storm rages inside my head,
Ready to sink all the ships
To the bottom of the sea,
So please be a submarine.
Explore my depths, love them all,
For no one else was brave enough
To stay and try to tame my soul.
I think you will be the first to know
The real me.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 1:10 AM UTC
If I die today, do not weep,
For I am just in a peaceful sleep.
If I die today, don't be sad.
Instead, at me just be mad.
If I die today, please forget me,
Leave the memory of me be.
Because I'm not worthy.
I'm helpless.
A lost cause.
Hopeless.
So, if I die today, just leave me
To rot in the ground under a tree.
Jul 22, 2018
Jul 22, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
Hey, you.
Yes, you in the mirror, looking at me.
Wipe your tears.
Look up.
See those beautiful eyes?
They lit up when you talk about the things you love.
See those lips?
They move so beautifully when you smile.
See that nose?
It's really cute when it wrinkles in the moments of repressed laughter.
See those arms?
Yeah, they might be full of scars.
But they held you when no one else did.
See those legs?
They might be weak, but they still got you up every time you were down.
So, brighten up.
Stop hating me.
Stop hating yourself.
You're beautiful, inside and out.
So let me love you.
Let me love you the way I love others;
With my whole heart.
Jul 5, 2018
Jul 5, 2018 at 7:50 PM UTC
Be gentle with us.
please.
or not
it's your call
but keep in mind that we as poets
we feel too strong
which is not to say that that is wrong
we don't ease into love, we quickly fall
we love like we're dying
we live like we're small
but in our minds.
in our minds we are flying
we feel everything at once
you wouldn't think it by looking
looking at our normal fronts
a disguise, a charade
but prey don't believe a masquerade
a poet can be but anyone
existing silently
a poet can be but everyone
existing violently
we all make up stories
we're all acting to a degree
so things aren't so different
no not so different you and me
we notice the quirks
we notice the nothings
if you meet a poet then you should believe
you should know that we
we love what we see
and appreciate all forms of beauty
for to us imperfect is lovely
perfect doesn't exist
we have those markings on our wrist
of all the awful places we've been to we kissed
we've kissed the devil when we went
to hell and back again
so now that you have been informed
that a poets heart is easily scorned
knowing we feel deeply
knowing we feel more
more than we really should I've warned
we don't just love a person when we fall
we love their whole world
we love it all
and when we're hurt it is hard to trust
and thus
please.
Be gentle with us.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 9:33 PM UTC
11 p.m.
It's time to go to bed
With weird thoughts in my head.
Maybe dreams will be better.
12 a.m.
Midnight has come.
I can't feel, I'm numb.
When will sleep fall on my eyes?
1 a.m.
It's already too late
For me to still be awake.
Yet I can't fall asleep because of you.
2 a.m.
Oh, here they come.
I've been waiting them for long.
Bad thoughts are back.
3 a.m.
Everything is peaceful
But my heart and my lungs.
Anxiety, why won't you go away?
4 a.m.
Dawn is here, and I'm still awake.
Everything is calm, my heart doesn't ache.
It's too late to fall asleep now.
5 a.m.
I breathe in cold, fresh air,
Everything around me seems so fair.
New day, new chance. I'm glad to be alive.
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC
Me, myself, and I.
Nothing ever changes, does it?
It's always me, myself, and I
At the end of the day.
Honestly, that scares the crap
Out of me, myself, and I.
Because me, myself, and I
Are not friends.
Me, myself, and I work
Against each other.
But, when he's here,
There is no more me, myself, and I.
There is just him
And Lara.
With him, I am
In nirvana.
Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 10:13 AM UTC
Dark, gloomy thoughts cloud my mind again,
Filling my entire head with clouds thicker than cigarette smoke.
Scary, frightening thoughts fill my brain again,
I wish that this morning I never really woke.
I just want control
Over my mind
Over my thoughts
Over my actions
Over my choices
But I will never get that control...
I just need to make peace with it.
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC