Nights in summer’s eve
A short lady ,
she walks beside him
holding onto his sleeve
Aug 15, 2021
Aug 15, 2021 at 2:33 AM UTC
Body I will lay you down now
Leave you in the bed
Because I want to enjoy this morning
Free from pain.
And mind, I will leave you
A little further down the path,
Thank you for all you tried to do.
And soul, let us go on
See where this goes.
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 2:03 PM UTC
He won’t write for me
He won’t write to me
I wonder what
He will say
When we finally meet
Apr 1, 2020
Apr 1, 2020 at 9:17 AM UTC
do not visit my grave and cry, i am not there
i did not die
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 7:29 AM UTC
Your very essence,
Mustve been made from the Sun
Because ,you make me feel warm inside
Mar 13, 2020
Mar 13, 2020 at 7:25 AM UTC
I’m ready to write that haiku
I’m ready to write that essay
I’m ready to write about my day
I’m ready to write what i can’t say
I’m ready to write whatever comes to
my head
I’m ready to write like I never left
I’m ready to write when I’m doing well
I’m ready to write when I feel unwell
I’m ready to write to feel powerful
I’m ready to write to feel vulnerable
I’m ready to write except when I’m blank as hell
I guess then ,
I’ll just read other people’s ****
Mar 4, 2020
Mar 4, 2020 at 6:47 PM UTC
Beautiful boy
Why dyu hurt me so
You can see that I love you
But you act like you don’t know
I’m so tired of playing hide and seek
I can see you with my soul
I hate overthinking
I like to be sure
I hate when we don’t talk
When I crave communication more
But more so it’s how you talk to me sometimes that turns me on.
I hate how I look at you
I hate laughing at your jokes
I hate how we can say the same thing @ the same time
I hate experiencing conflict emotions
Mostly it’s when I’m mad at you it seems
Stay away from my dreams
An ode to our love
I want to stay and see how it ends
I love being your friend
Feb 29, 2020
Feb 29, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
Am I Like the girls in your life?
the ones you tell me about
Do I stand different?
Or am I just part of the crowd?
Feb 20, 2020
Feb 20, 2020 at 1:26 AM UTC
Dyu kiss every girl like that?
I think every girl dreams
to be savored as if
She were made of gold and melted cream
Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 10:30 AM UTC
Sometimes I hate what I write
How I write it
And why I write it
I tear myself apart about it
I analyze
I judge
I despise
I erase it
Too many mistakes .
Sometimes I love what I read
How I perceive it
How I relate
The feelings it ignites
The thrill
The rush
The humor
And the total trust of a strangers words
I admire it
I envy
I bask in it
My God
What a price to pay for expression.
Feb 17, 2020
Feb 17, 2020 at 6:29 AM UTC