I didn’t know it would be this hard
Having you live between two homes
I miss you throughout the entire week
I’ve never felt so alone
Sunday’s are my favorite days
That’s when I finally get you back
But you don’t want to come home..
I guess dad has something I lack.
A little piece of me dies
Every time I have to drag you inside
I would never need of thirst
If I could collect all the tears I’ve cried
Mar 30, 2025
Mar 30, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Autumn leaves
fall right on schedule.
Another season
of finally letting
yourself die
And watching
people find beauty
in the morbidity
of others.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:52 PM UTC
Beautiful music floats through the air
Finding its way to every lending ear.
When, in a fleeting glance, I notice a man
Who does not bend to the will
Of such voices that move me.
He speaks without words
In a secret language I wish to know.
To be alone in a sea of voices unheard,
Is strangely, tragically beautiful.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:46 PM UTC
The cold ground feels nice.
I take off my puffer
And let myself feel
The bite of last nights frost.
A moon-lit trail calls to me.
The stars lend their sparkle
To the icy layer that floats atop
Deeply, I wonder, would i swim?
Or let myself become part of the
Inevitable.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:40 PM UTC
When i was young,
I would’ve have given my mother the world.
Every mothers day, i would paint
My very best picture,
And I would walk to my grandmother's garden
To pick the tallest Easter lilies
That had bloomed weeks before.
Her front yard boasted
the most beautiful flowers
That fill my memories.
But like the colorful bloom,
My mothers love disappeared with time.
And sloppy paintings and roughly cut stems
Would never be good enough for her.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
Manipulation
is how you convince me
to believe that i am nothing.
And even though i know your methods,
I still cant avoid your grasp
As i gasp;
At the loathsomeness I feel
For wanting your love.
You toss me aside
With the old banana
That was just a little
Too ripe
For your liking.
Drowning in filth,
I cry out for you;
Mother, Mother!
Though only darkness
Comes to my aid.
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 3:46 PM UTC