I am someone who has no scars because they have scarred the rest of the world instead
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 8:44 PM UTC
beautifully inspired by the quiet moments
the rapture of words is short lived
and passes by like a swift summer rain
filled with glorious life yet to be lived
with promise of tomorrows never ending sunshine
all in the briefest of moments
captured by the heart like a photograph
distilled joy in the frame of memory
only to be handled with cherished fondness
as the years roll by
as the memory's are distilled into
a panoramic of life's adventure
a vision of what we perceived
was not is
but cherished nonetheless
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
They come and go
but never for too long
they feed on the broken pieces
of my poor soul
They enter through the scars
that once were unzipped
with a blade
oh my poor soul
they push against the flow
of the unstoppable current of blood
finding their way
to my poor soul
They come and go
every now and then
feeding on my everlasting
oh so poor soul
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:12 PM UTC
They
Say
It's
Easy
But
They've
Never
Been
Thru
It
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
I can't help you if you don't want to help yourself.
No matter how many times I wipe your tears away
Or tell you how beautiful you are.
You have to want to hear it and stop crying.
No matter how much I try make you smile
Or hug you close.
You have to want to smile and embrace me back.
No matter how much I wish I could save you.
The only person that can do that is you...
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
To the girl I love
Show me all your fears and imperfections
Show me all your hopes and dreams
Tell me each chapter of the book of your past
I want to know the details of your veins
And the architecture I will soon praise
Your body is a temple
And I a priest
My mind can be your safe
Let your secrets flow from your mouth to my ears
I promise to protect every detail of information
Even from yourself
I will love you unconditionally
With each waking minute I will think of you
As I learn the curvature of your body
Even the parts you hate
To the girl I love
Will you open your heart
mind and body
to me?
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
As things go on in the world
All I can think about is you
And how your "imperfections"
Are my favorite parts of you
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
The scars on your hips whisper me stories as my ears pass and I whisper back.
"Tell me the stories that lead to the facade you present"
Let me in so that I can explore the plains and caverns of the fresh cuts on your hips
They'll turn into scars that will eventually whisper my name
Your hips are my favorite place to visit
Your scars know me so well
Let me in, show me your hips
Let me talk to your scars
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
it
takes
a lot of
desperation
dissatisfaction
and
disillusion
to
write
a
few
good
poems.
it's not
for
everybody
either to
write
it
or even to
read
it.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 9:55 AM UTC
You dance like the earth
As the equator effortlessly spins
Around your perfectly imperfect hips
Layered in cuts and scars.
Everyone stares and laughs at you
While you search for god
In the reopened scars
Opened by that same exact equator
The blood pours out
As you comb through the muscles and tissues
All while discarding what you believe
Is making you fat
But whats making you fat
Is embedded in the blueprints of your mind
As they dance along your brain
Eluding your grasp
May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 1:14 PM UTC