he is magnificent
whether he has just shown up,
or he has just left,
everyone turns their head
to look for him
people dance under his gaze,
they blush and redden
at his touch
and he gives
without ever receiving
by the time i arrive,
and by the time i leave,
few will have noticed
there is no dancing,
but I hear many secrets
i watch as lovers
lose and find each other
again and again
i hear their whispers and prayers
when they are all
alone
he is the Sun,
and i the Moon
he is adored, celebrated
i am acknowledged
i accept this
because no matter how much
they look to him,
he is always looking
to me
no matter how emotional
i may become,
no matter how much
i may change
by night,
he will always be looking
at me,
because he loves me
and to love someone,
is to make them shine
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Write me a poem,
one that changes every time you read it.
Write me a poem,
but let's never talk about it.
Because to write me a poem,
is to speak to me.
To read your poem,
is for me to listen.
To understand your poem,
is to love you.
But we can never speak about your poem.
Because to speak about your poem,
is to destroy it.
Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 11:17 PM UTC
His hands are warm
I do not wonder who they have touched before
I will not wonder who they will touch after
He touches me
In ways hands can't feel
And eyes can't see
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 9:55 PM UTC
I remember your eyes, those long eyelashes, the bright blue staring back at me
But I've forgotten the look of them gazing at me
I remember the curve of your mouth, your soft full lips, the way they puckered out
But I've forgotten the feeling of kissing you
I remember your hands, big and rough from those hours at the gym
But I've forgotten how they feel in my own hands
I remember your long hair, tugging on it even though I knew you hated it
But I've forgotten the smell of it after you showered
I remember you pulling me close in the night, wrapping your arm tight around my waist
But I've forgotten the warmth from your body
I remember you said you loved me, you said it every time you left
But I've forgotten what it's like to love you because you forgot first
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 11:36 PM UTC
Another night in Paris,
but different than the ones before.
Left with love to conquer,
the terror knocking on the door.
I hope this won't discourage,
Liberty, where it was born.
For hatred is an energy
not within,
when we are born.
It's harnessed by a twisted way.
A path, that lost souls
sometimes take.
Lambs brought to the slaughter.
Brainwashed, to the point of hate.
Where every single drop of blood,
is washed away
with so called faith.
Yet I pray for all the victims,
not to a God that will dictate
I pray to what's within us all,
The love that is the only way.
A prayer to **** the hatred.
A guiding light
to show the way.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
I warned you, son.
"Don't break her heart."
Now you think about that while I rip you apart.
I don't know what it is you seek,
but my sister is out of your league.
Failed to see how lucky you were.
Did not heed my warning when you texted her
What kind of ***** breaks up via texting?
The same little ***** that thinks bussing is flexing.
She'll move onto better, just for a toy.
She won't wait long for a mere busboy.
I could go on forever about things that you lack.
Like, interest, money, a life, a six-pack.
You'll never be good enough for my little sister,
but I hope she's moved on when you realize you've missed her.
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
Lift you up,
hold me down.
Whatever happens,
please stay around.
Life is a chess game,
and I think I'm your pawn
I get the feeling that soon
you'll be gone.
I understand that there are sights to be seen,
but here stands the pawn that wants to be queen.
I thought you were a king, not a knight with no sword.
Now I stand as queen because I crossed the board.
Little did I know that's how you had planned it.
Now comes the suffrage of this queen's gambit.
Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 4:53 PM UTC
Poems aren't stories, but I'll tell you one anyway
This tale isn't a happy one, so be warned if you stay
I met a boy, it was about a year back
I thought he was funny, but it wasn't much more than that
I spent three months chasing a different boy, I thought he was quite the find
Little did I know that the first boy; I was always on his mind
And so came the time where I gave up on boy number two
For a while I kept to myself, I still didn't think about you
Then suddenly one day, I opened my eyes
And after that you stood out from all other guys
I made a brave move, and I dared you to play
You were up for the game, but I didn't know if you'd stay
It only took one move, our romance rolled into action
I'd sneak into your house, we craved that passion
It didn't take long for you to slip that big word
But the word "girlfriend" was the happiest thing I'd ever heard
Now listen here, this may sound silly
But you were my first, and I couldn't help but worry
Come the end August, I knew you'd have to leave
College isn't something we could take on with ease
But you wrote that letter, I believed every promise you said
I believed in them so much, I memorized them in my head
"Don't forget about me, I know I won't forget about you"
You thought I was lying, but I remember that line too
It wasn't easy, but I say we did pretty well
Little did I know we were headed for hell
College is a busy place, school takes up a lot of time
But for your girlfriend, a lot of that time was mine
I'd hear from you less, and you'd apologize when you could
So I'd just smile and forgive you like I knew that I should
I knew what I was getting into, I was prepared for the fights
He thought he was too, but not for the lonely nights
Ill bet you didn't see this next one coming, it's such a plot twist
He texted me one night, this boy that I missed
He texted me, the boy I didn't notice for a very long time
He texted me, the boy who I now labeled as mine
He texted me, the boy I dared to play a game
He texted me, the boy who said he'd always feel the same
He texted me, the boy who I'd sneak out to see
He texted me, the boy whom I loved, with that he'd agree
He texted me to tell me a relationship wasn't going to last
And suddenly, in four text messages you became a thing of the past
He texted me. No, he did not call
And because of that, my world began to fall
But wait it's not over, don't walk away
I've realized something, and it's something I'd like to say
I don't care who reads this, the audience should be unclear
Didn't you notice, I used the word 'you' in places you shouldn't hear
There's only one person who I care about reading this
And I want him to know something, my last opportunity was missed
I do not hate you, but I do hate this one part
It's the only thing I hate, it's straight from the heart
I hate that you couldn't stand up to me, I hate that you couldn't even call
But you know what else, I hate that I still don't hate you
I don't hate you at all
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
They say a picture is worth a thousand words
The number of pictures in my head is absurd
Each is a memory I'd like to take back
The number of regrets are beginning to stack
A thousand pictures that hold nothing great
A million words that are filled with hate
A million things I wish were different
A million things I wish I hadn't
A picture is worth a thousand words
A thousand pictures, one million words
How to stop the bad pictures from coming?
Make the right decisions to keep your world from crumbling
Take it from me, a girl with mistakes
Each memory causes a chain of heartaches
A picture is worth a thousand words
A thousand pictures, one million words
The number of pictures in my head is absurd
So be careful with all the decisions you make
Or in the end it may be your life you take
Take it from me, the girl who is dead
Just another mistake I made at the end
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 12:09 AM UTC
No matter how hard we try
No matter how much we want it
Some stories just don't have a happy ending .
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC