When I look at the word tired
I see the word tire
And it all makes sense
When we say we feel tired it’s bad
But car tires never stop
When they get flat or “tired”
They don’t stop no matter how low it gets
And maybe that’s why I still identify as tired
I am a tire
When life keeps pulling me forward
No matter how weak I get
I keep turning
Keep going
And it all makes sense
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
She is her own worst enemy at times,
As if she’s become a different person.
She got this way through telling all her lies,
And her condition persists to worsen.
In her mind she is never good enough,
But to me she represents perfection.
She is just so beautiful, smart, and tough,
But she can’t see that in her reflection.
She thinks she’s too big and has to get thin,
But to everyone else, she looks just fine.
She has a goal in life to always win,
But is there even a real finish line?
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 11:27 PM UTC
I see your mom more than I see you
It wasn't supposed to end like this
After all you put me through
It's 11:11 and you're still my wish
Tears fall slowly down my face
I end up wiping them on my bed
I was able to give you space
I guess these truly are the words never said
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:49 AM UTC
At first, I blamed my clumsiness
I laughed at it too
but deep down I knew
willingly, I slipped back for you
Apr 12, 2017
Apr 12, 2017 at 11:22 PM UTC
Everyone's alive
Until they're not
But some die
Before their heart stops
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
Everyone's alive
Until they're not
But some die
Before their heart stops
Apr 10, 2017
Apr 10, 2017 at 1:52 PM UTC
But what do I know
I'm only nineteen
And I probably can't hear clearly
Over the caffeine
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 4:48 PM UTC
One day you realize you survived a civil war
In a battle field where both parties have home field advantage
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC
Hardships arise when custody is joint
They'll tell you two homes are better than one
They can say what they want but there's no point
If having two homes feels like you have none
The train rides back and fourth from mom to dad
Make me feel like I have to decide
Is it really worth it if it makes me sad
To think where should I stand and on whose side
Aftermath of war is a cruel reality
I don't want to become a casualty
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 4:36 PM UTC
This is the part
Where you and I become
Something
Whether it be
We, us, our
Or just a memory
Passing in the breeze
This is the part
Where we meet
For the first time
In 4 months
The part where just friends
Is just a safety term
If I look at you
Will I feel it too
Will you make my heart jump
Like the dynamic we used to have
Or will it ignite flames of the past
I'm in critical condition
I can't afford to inhale more embers
Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 2:35 PM UTC