The sun shines, I'm alive and delighted but when the depression creeps in I become dead and appalling. I was never meant to be like this, why can't I be normal? As my smile starts to fade, I trace my scars and become pessimistic. I grab a blade and begin the regrets. Someone please tell me why ended up like this?
Jan 31, 2025
Jan 31, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC
You claim you know me best,
So why don't you tell me why I'm always depressed.
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 1:19 AM UTC
These paint splattered tear drops falling on the canvas. Shaky brush from these rattling thoughts, and joy division playing silently in the dark.
Feb 26, 2023
Feb 26, 2023 at 1:13 AM UTC
I'm no good at writing about things that make me happy or things that make me glow.
All it seems that I'm good at is writing about everything that gets me low.
These feelings and news, filled with substance abuse, that's all I am good at and nothing else, so I guess that is my muse
Feb 3, 2020
Feb 3, 2020 at 4:18 AM UTC
You and I and these beachy vibes.
Swaying like the palm trees in the wind.
The California breeze blowing through our hair as we stay here perfectly still. We build barriers from sand and shells, to protect this moment from all the stares.
Aug 4, 2016
Aug 4, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
You make me as happy as the stars in the night sky or a cup of coffee and photography.
Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
Hazel eyed boy so mysterious and abstruse, won't you let me explore you?
You seem so disclosed but let people know that you are one who won't let anything show. You're hard to read. Some have attempted and left your pages tattered and torn, just know that I have always been one that is up for a difficult read.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 7:19 PM UTC
You're my 11 o'clock craving,
my 12 o'clock mistake.
My 1 o'clock headache,
and my 2 o'clock hate.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 7:06 PM UTC
Every poem or song I write about you never seems to perfectly describe how I feel about you. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm free falling, on an endless flight through the clouds. Will you hold my hand as we fall together?
Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 9:33 PM UTC
The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC