
I can’t stop feeling all these empty spaces.
It's like waiting by a phone that won't ring,
take a look around its only me.
the world is quiet while I scream
and the cuts…
The cuts are so deep, but you’re not
around to stop the bleed. FUCK I
hate me. What more could be said
In an empty room full of only regret.
-SNP
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 6:42 PM UTC
Sunsets, long night drives,
Rainy days spent in bed and
The thought of you by me for all of it
Daily walks, late night convos,
Movies that make you laugh
Movies that make you cry
And the warmth of you in my arms
Deep real talk, conspiracy theories,
Ghost stories, playful arguments,
And the story of your life.
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 4:58 AM UTC
I can't control who she's with
or how she's treated I can
only remind her that i'm here,
and it breaks my heart
I can't tell her how to live
or how to feel I can only
listen and let her figure it out
I can't tell her how I feel
because she couldn't handle it right
now, I can only try and be there
for her because that's all I can offer
Her.
She is a dream that you never want to wake up from….
-SNP
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 3:15 AM UTC
I wish we could meet each other all over again
so much about me has changed and it feels wrong
that you don’t know who I am.
I wish we could meet each other all over again
because I know you’ve changed too
and it’s sad that I don’t know who you are anymore
I wish we could meet each other all over again
and rediscover each other,
get lost in all the change
get lost in each other
I wish we could meet again …..
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:02 AM UTC
I start every new year with a list of resolutions because I get swept up in the changing of the year. I trick myself into believing that i'm getting a fresh start but I'll be the same i was yesterday. This year was one of the worst, so much happened and I'm not sure how to move on. I think I have to be better then I was last year, because who we are as people is the only thing that matters. Isn't that how we grow?
The scars I wear only tell part of the story I know that now.
Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 5:47 PM UTC
I thought I could poor out all my words onto a page and Id eventually come up with something profound or earth shattering. What I discovered is that I'm a contradiction I'm full of hope while being hopeless, I love while I hate, and I hold it all together while I completely fall apart. Everything about me is murky and complicated is that profound or earth shattering ? or is it just the human condition ? Am I falling short or am I, at the precipice of all of it? Who can know for sure?
Dec 19, 2018
Dec 19, 2018 at 2:43 AM UTC
All I can tell you is that love doesn’t have emerald eyes anymore . She has hazel eyes that have their own vocabulary
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
You have your peace now but I cant say the same
I'm stuck where you left me.
Since that day I've fallen into those old habits.
Remember those faded scars they're back
and now they go by your name. Until the
day I die I will be haunted by those god dam
eden green eyes.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 4:36 PM UTC
prophet tongue with
stabbing perceptions
i gave him my name
while in bed.
soft white curtains
though still chamber thick
cold steel hands
and the room sliced into pieces
by morning light
but haunted by night sounds
crept into open wounds of the heart
chills.
his hand
resting on my thigh while he snores
summer bruised and adventurous
though callous youth
with his unbandaged scabbed knee
skating last night.
moment forgotten in the carride
but a stone monument staring
at me on the kitchen counter.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 2:38 AM UTC
The world is quiet here
who will be the first
to make a noise?
Apr 13, 2018
Apr 13, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC