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I’ve always thought you were like the earth after rain,
dripping, slipping off beaten leaves
strong and steady,
with light purples gracing,
all around us wrapped up in each other.
You are soft greys filling each moment,
hiding under cedar stairs to hear the thunder voices scream
fighting metal to find the comfort in negative spaces.
You are lightly dancing to beat up records filled with grease
filling me with old spice, and ****** hair gel.
You are clear fall days, falling
keeping us safe from our demons,
who bite and claw, filling the air with their blood.
You are a burning laptop hiding under the blankets of a movie fort,
the comfort of laughter in dark.
You are dusty old barns
with sunbeams breaking through in midday,
old worn playgrounds
where small children play.
You are the empty church,
when others have left
stiff wooden benches
and soft candle rays
bathed in incense and leftover wine.
You are the spring time
changing each day
you are the winter
remaining the same.
You are the flowers sitting outside
striving for sunlight
through the darkest of times
You are the warmth of tea
after the day's hours.
You are the thoughts in my mind,
the first words spoken in a long time.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
will you thread us a thousand dreams for a better place?
please?
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
How can I write poetry about you,
when you've never compared
my eyes to
the sea during a storm.
or told me I have galaxies inside me?
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
killing your little girl dreams one by one, with his hands and eyes like cigarettes.
blood filling cheeks.
tugging and pulling.
Whispers of some things only for you.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:41 PM UTC
The loudest things I've ever heard
Are the unsaid words inside me.
Screaming to be let out,
To touch your ears,
While I hold them back in fear.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
The still room is filled with people,
Whose held breath, will never tell their stories
And it is,
deafening.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:53 PM UTC
My parents warned me about drugs on the streets
and bad things.
But they forgot to tell me about beautiful boys
with blue eyes that cut deep
Oh they forgot to tell me how he would make me feel.
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 5:50 PM UTC
1. I just couldn't stop myself from falling and suddenly realized, I didn't want to.
2. Thank you for making my time feel worth something.
3. This is the third time I've wrote this and it still doesn't explain much...I'm sorry.
4. I haven't slept for two weeks because of you and I hope you still think I'm cute with these bags under my eyes.
5. All the ***** couldn't drown my love for you and never once did it make me forget your name; only my own.
6. There are over one million thoughts going through my head everyday, and I still haven't mastered the art of putting them on paper but maybe one part of this will mean something.
7. It's hard for me to explain what's going through my head right now...but I've thinking about you all night.
8. I just had to say this before it was too late but hell, I'm barely on time for class each day.
9. I wanted to wait for the perfect time, but that wait would last forever.
10. I don't know how to be alone and I hoped someday that you'd fill in the empty space in my bed.
11. My hands are shaking and I don't know if I am scared, nervous or anxious; but I know this time I won't chicken out.
12. I just had to get this weight off my chest and god, I almost forgot what it was like to really breathe.
13. I am tired of being afraid.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 12:39 PM UTC
my parents warned me about drugs on the street
and bad things,
but they forgot to tell me about
beautiful boys with blue eyes that cut deep,
and whose hands can take a soul,
oh god, how they forgot to tell me
how he’d make me feel
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:55 AM UTC
rain,
peaceful, calm
pouring, pounding, dripping
cloudburst, drizzle, vapor, condenses
murking, glooming, falling
shimmering, thin
mist.
Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:52 AM UTC