I loved
I loved to love.
I loved to love you
Truly it was you
through my thoughts, you blew.
Like a cold wind waking me up,
or your warm touch, laying me down.
Glistening on your skin
from your head to your chin,
the tears of joy Always fell within.
but the next day, It wasn't joy
for you to be so coy
I died within.
As you told me to go,
you defiled my soul
and tore me to pieces, with him.
Dec 26, 2012
Dec 26, 2012 at 6:37 PM UTC
Every day I wake up. Sun shines through the blinds,
down on me, Hopes and dreams live again.
Somewhere here, it must be. Somewhere I can find,
life. As the day goes on the dreams fade
and all I uncover is grey. The words on me ears,
"Keep Going". Gets me to the next stop.
The bus plows though snow and I fear,
In front of it is the best place to be.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
I can't stop thinking about it.
Everything that I did keeps replaying
(Insert generic text here)
I know everyone feels it, I just with I had someone
to relate to.
someone whos felt the pain iv felt,
but it isn't her.
I really cant even say that,
Its probably just a lie. That's probably why
she never really opened up.
The lies on her tongue stayed quiet.
They filled and swelled to breaking.
and the first one to flow off the tongue was
I'm not in love.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 6:16 PM UTC
Remington 870 12-Gauge shot gun.
Your trigger would be so easy to pull.
Fully oiled and loaded clean. The shot would come out perfectly.
My head, would come off perfectly.
Tempting me. Calling out to me. One 60 cent shell, one $500 gun, and one..
"Priceless" Life. Right...
Maybe the only thing priceless that comes out of me would be the red on the canvas behind me.
Painted with all the reds in my head.
The red tape I could never cut. The red rage burning inside me. The red passion, Lost. And last, the red blood, Useless.
Why I did not, I can't understand.
May 18, 2012
May 18, 2012 at 6:36 AM UTC
Everything that I was,
Is gone.
Blissfully Ignorant.
Ignorantly happy
Blindly so.
My life was perfect and I saw nothing wrong.
Blindly so.
Your version of reality, Your Perfect world.
Lacking me,
The reality, A MUST.
Must fix. Exchange me for
Lacking.
Don't lie to me. You were never hurt.
No real tears. No real pain. Just a change.
Your transition was of the changing leaves.
Its color was all that changed.
My color disgusted.
You needed something new.
Mine was bitter.
My Tree, Old and weathered,
But roots, never deep enough.
Eroded, I fell.
so you traded for a sapling.
grass roots, Illusions of happiness.
One day, darling. One day you will see.
Slashing through the forest of hearts,
Only leaves you with ashes of the.
Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 1:24 PM UTC
They say real strength is not just enduring it,
but picking up the pieces afterwards.
I guess it just takes awhile with a heart made of glass.
Transparent with clear intentions.
No lies. No deceit. No games
but the game was played anyway.
You traded Board Walk for Baltic,
Ventnor for Vermont,
and every piece of fake money you had
for another roll.
Forget getting out of jail for free,
when your stuck in misery.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 8:36 PM UTC
Every day clicks by
not a clock,
but a revolver
For every click
A click I wish.
The click rings in my head,
right next to my ears, blood red.
hoping its real, I clench,
"Biting the bullet", I flinch
I wish.
Mar 21, 2012
Mar 21, 2012 at 8:18 PM UTC
I put all my eggs in one basked.
G l a s s E g g s
And they were taken,
one by one
and broken.
That cold hard wall you put up
to keep from getting hurt.
that old broken glass.
And that one last egg I was left.
Fell off.
Broken glass. Crush it fine enough,
And it looks Almost like glitter.
I hope you like it.
because in the end,
Its all you'l ever get.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 12:00 PM UTC
Through your eyes. I could save the world.
Leap across tall buildings and catch crashing planes.
But that look, Empty?
Contemptibly?
Cuts deep,
and stops me dead in my tracks.
I was helpless.
A smile to die for,
I'd die to see one last time.
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 11:55 AM UTC
Do me a favor
and slit my throat.
Cut my heart out like an Aztec priest
You can keep it
I probably won't need it.
Hold it. Cold,
It used to beat for you
But now....
After stealing my heart
and torturing my soul
I find it's easier to give
when you have no reason to live
Mar 7, 2012
Mar 7, 2012 at 11:48 AM UTC