Your white fluffy fur thats sits on that shelf
Your beady black eyes staring into my soul
The closest I can get to a real seal
MR SEAL
i love you
Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
It was something that I said...
It was something that I did...
I hate how this sin makes me feel
I cried at night because I trusted her with your secret
She told what she did and I felt a pit inside my heart
Then I thought it would go away
I thought you wouldn't find out
We were fine yesterday but what about today
I said hi and you turned your head at me
I don't want to say goodbye
This is not the end
I'm sorry
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 10:33 AM UTC
Everything's fine
Everything's great
We where having fun
And then all hell breaks
I dance till the beat of the song
And wait for the bomb to come
Why is this a reality
Why must we live in fear
Everything was fine
Everything was great
We where having fun
AND THAN ALL Hell brEaks
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot
She smiled
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame
She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays
And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make
I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
My aunt used to live in Paris
I remember, she used to come home and tell us these stories about being abroad
And I remember she told us that she jumped into the river once, barefoot
She smiled
Leapt, without looking
And tumbled into the Seine
The water was freezing
She spent a month sneezing
But said she would do it again
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She captured a feeling
Sky with no ceiling
The sunset inside a frame
She lived in her liquor
And died with a flicker
I'll always remember the flame
Here's to the ones who dream
Foolish as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that ache
Here's to the mess we make
She told me
"A bit of madness is key
To give us new colors to see
Who knows where it will lead us?
And that's why they need us"
So bring on the rebels
The ripples from pebbles
The painters, and poets, and plays
And here's to the fools who dream
Crazy as they may seem
Here's to the hearts that break
Here's to the mess we make
I trace it all back to then
Her, and the snow, and the Seine
Smiling through it
She said she'd do it again
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
You speak in your writing
spreading hate through those very words
killing hope with comments
and making poetry your foe
You put out the flame of love
within your icy words
created here on this public site
for all to see, but only some will know
and cherish the we say and flow
across the page in sweeps of meaning
Even few words hold more meaning
than the meaning of meaning, you say you know
Stop making her life a hell to be in
and start making a compassionate place to write in
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 11:55 AM UTC
Before I was here I was innocent
Before I was here I was brave
Before I was here I was an angel
But now I have changed
Now that I am here I am scared
Now that I am here I am uncomfortable
Now that I am here I am vulnerable
But now that I am here I can breathe
But now that I am here I am free
But now that I am here I can see...
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 11:08 AM UTC
A cry for help as a flame lights her home
A shriek for need as a tsunami flies a person across the town
No cry for help as another child dies of hunger
over one billion people populate it
twenty two thousand five hundred people die a day there
over 4,650 children a day lost to the world
2,000 girls killed in the womb
16,000 go missing in the capitol a day
How can we help
Think
If we don't help it could become a world issue
So think do
help...
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:34 PM UTC
Cold
its a felling dark and deep
Freezing
Its like a sharp knife in your arms
Don't give up when your freezing
Keep going get warm
Don't wait till its to late
Don't wait till the knife actually hits...
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 6:08 PM UTC