i'm losing friends like i'm losing sleep
apologies don't work, and neither do sheep
don't go, because i want you to stay
but don't lie to me, you're leaving someday
Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 12:19 AM UTC
Boy sees flower
Boy waters flower
Cultivates
Cherishes
Admires
His flower
Man sees flower
Man waters flower
In a lush field
He lays there seeing
The beauty she is
Cultivated
Cherished
Admired
The flower knows
Because she blooms
Every day
For him
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 2:41 PM UTC
You fell asleep first tonight
Now here I am
You must know
Melatonin can't even touch you
May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 2:39 PM UTC
I must've skipped that day in school,
when we were taught how to manage pain.
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 2:45 PM UTC
When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket
My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave
But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head
So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay
Nov 6, 2021
Nov 6, 2021 at 4:58 PM UTC
You may be fooling everybody else, but you are not fooling me. I can see the show you put on to allow others the comfort of thinking you are okay, even though you are not. You do not want anyone to feel the pain of your shattered glass. The constant jokes and silly stories, used as a distraction to deter them from looking you in your eyes and seeing someone who is still stained from their past. They call you a jokester, and you like it, for you would rather be called goofy than bruised. You leave hints that grant a select few access to peek through the cracks, but hardly ever letting them see it all. If someone were to ask you, would you draw back the curtains and show them the full work in progress? I want you to realize that a stained glass window is more beautiful than a clean and clear one. You have the ability to show others that although previously broken, a stained glass window can become a masterpiece.
Sep 29, 2021
Sep 29, 2021 at 4:51 PM UTC
and she is like a painting,
the colors of her soul infuse the dark world around her.
Flowers grow at the sound of her laugh,
for that's all the warmth they need.
Her smile radiates across the room,
a light that invites and guides those who are lost.
She lives, not with an overconfidence in herself,
but with an understanding that her beauty is up to interpretation.
She is able to admire the other paintings in the gallery,
but still knows she has something beautiful to offer.
She is just herself,
and she is like a painting.
Sep 16, 2021
Sep 16, 2021 at 2:09 PM UTC
She believes herself to be broken, but what is broken anyway? Aren't we all a little broken? A daily battle with her inner demons, she is never at rest. How can she fight back? She doesn't have the energy to, she is just trying to survive. She is consumed by all the doubts she has placed on herself, confirmed by the critiques made by the crowd she surrounds herself with. She always seems to choose the wrong kind of love, because that's all she knows.
But she herself is love... and she doesn't know that yet.
Aug 10, 2021
Aug 10, 2021 at 1:58 AM UTC