Your journey has been a one of struggles all through
A fierce contention between life and death
But you strived and survived all these years
What happened now that all of a sudden
The young seedling have been deprived of light,
Shut out completely when its first bud broke free?
My heart is torn;
I’ve brought flowers, you can’t feel
I’m painfully penning down words, you can’t read
I wish your heart would beat again
And your beautiful eyes will open just one more time
So we could have 5 minutes together
Reminiscing on good old days.
Busyness and distance made our hearts grow apart
Forgetting that someday we all will end where we started from
Total nakedness, holding nothing from where we came
Surrounded by human beings
And not life’s fleeting things
Yet, I am comforted knowing
There is a place for angels in human flesh
A place of surpassing peace
A place I’m sure you will never miss
You treaded this coarse earth with blistered feet
But there in your true home, you will walk on golden streets
Though your body was consumed by sickness and disease
In your glorified apparel it will find release
There were times you wondered “why is my course in life like this? ”
Honey don’t worry you are on your way to a place where all your tears will cease;
And to your troubling questions, you will be given the long- awaiting keys.
Feb 26, 2016
Feb 26, 2016 at 2:15 PM UTC
I've heard people say countless times that Valentine's Day isn't easy for everyone
referring of course to the single people out there
but my name was never mentioned regardless of my relationship status,
because I was a special situation
three years ago to the day, my mother committed suicide
three long and somehow short years ago my mother took both her life, and a good chunk of mine
no chocolates
flowers
cards
or "I'm sorry"
can make me have a Happy Valentine's Day
on days filled with roses and kisses,
my day will be filled with sobs of regret and glimpses of similarities in mine and my mother's situation,
the desire for everything to stand still
on days filled with romance and anticipation you can find me trying my best to stay distracted, and failing at it one hundred percent.
on days of love, you can find me wishing for death.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
Laying in bed
Resting my head
Its easy to forget them during the day
But at night they never seem to go away
Drama, school, little things I have thought
Even all my goals I have sought
Laying in bed
Resting my head
It feels as though I’m flying
I wonder if sleeping feels like dying
My mind’s afloat in an unknown place
Seeing every new thing and face
Laying in bed
Resting my head
Sitting thinking about the dead
I wonder if the dead live in our dreamworld
Or maybe inside the thoughts in our head
Maybe Nightmares are the hell of reality
And dreams the heaven in my head
Laying in bed
Resting my head
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
Night is an old blanket
asleep on my pillow.
Night is the mist on the river
covering the willows.
Night is the moon turning blue
brushing her hair.
Night is a black dress
on the back of my chair.
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:17 PM UTC
Oh baby I can tell
You've got that self destructive
Streak in you
You like to drink hard liquor
Without any chasers
Smoke too many cigarettes
And dip if you're offered
You'll try any drug
At least once
But marijuana and Molly
Are your favorites.
Staying sober isn't on your agenda
Because when you're intoxicated
Life is a blur, a movie
Your tumblr is littered
With too skinny girls
Who you wished you looked like
And pictures of
******* **** and *****
Are every other repost
And inbetween them are soft little
Poems about being alone
Or being in love
And you've never felt so empty
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow—
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream:
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand—
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep
While I weep—while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the side of the sea.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:17 AM UTC
I have run out of passionate words to write,
The fire that once burned in my heart has been reduced to the damp bits of ash.
I don't care about the moon and stars,
And music doesn't seem the same.
I cringe at the beautiful,
And I can barely remember the person behind my name.
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC