The month’s about up
I didn’t think i’d survive this
and yet i’ve managed.
Drowning in salt tears
You took me out of the sea
Cleansed with faint kisses.
I am so grateful
For your patience and your help
I’m quite difficult
Stubborn, sensitive,
A hard person to console
And yet you managed
To remind me just
What it is like for someone
You care lots about
To exist, be real;
Fresh air inside my frail lungs
I feel quite alive.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I do quite enjoy doing a whole lot of nothing
But it’d be better to do a whole lot of nothing
With someone else
Nothing can be so comfortless
Turning at every slightest sound, hoping its someone
Coming to join me in doing a whole lot of nothing
Voices outside invite my mind to wander
And reminisce about the weeks gone by
Visualizing twain situations
The delightful and the repugnant
The pristine and debilitated
Then i stop and entertain the idea of calling you up
What’s the worst that could happen?
I shake my head to clear the poison
Because you hate me now
All i want to do is talk, all i ever want to do is talk
To combat the utter fearful silence that accompanies
A whole lot of nothing.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
I hear your voice in my ears
Like the waves of the sea crashing onshore –
Soothing, and continuous;
The sensual cracking and peppery softness making me melt.
Even whispers calm my mind
Inaudibly creating white noise that
Lessens the excitable buzz in me
Normally this wouldn’t be ideal
But with you i’ll make an exception.
Id go on forever about you
Write poems upon poems,
Odes to your hair and eyes
Allusions to your warming personali-tea
Paraphrasing as best i can
The feelings you stir in my heart
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
**** you **** you **** you
And your stupid ******* hair
Your personality is what makes you ugly
If you weren’t such a **** maybe
People would actually like you!
Granted, i had. However, ive been enlightened
I finally understand:
Your stupid ******* hair is what makes you attractive
Along with your stupid blue eyes and stupid smile
But you, i just want to show you off
The bits of scruff covering your cheeks
Add an endearingly unkempt air
Which draws me towards your flannel and turmeric jeans
To put it bluntly, get in my bed.
And we can swim in an ocean of covers
As we exchange kisses and light touches
Fingers skimming under shirts
Running down the outlines of your chest
Lips nibbling, releasing quiet sighs
All the anticipation of seeing you once more
“actions speak louder than words”
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 8:06 PM UTC
coffeehouses and bookshops are obsolete and underrated
i always seem to feel the most comfortable and loved
while the wooden brown furniture and smells of roasting beans
envelop me in transparent steaming tendrils of intimacy
reaching inside to find my inner poetic self
coming up with all sorts of ostentatious phrases
to make my prose sound extremely extravagant
and therefore myself a satisfied troubadour
chronicling my ****** escapades through life and love
agromania
heliotrope
pavonine
quinnat
vorpal
zydeco
don’t i sound special?
It’s the coffee fumes that are finally getting to me
Caressing the recesses of my brain, drawing out streams
Of words that which i do not know the meaning of
Can i be sure they’re even real?
Can i be sure of anything anymore?
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
“That’s the boy i hate!”
I exclaim as i walk past him again
Anger rooting in my toes
As my feet stomp swiftly towards him
Trying to show off, show that i’m over it
i think i’m annoying you too so that’s a terrible feeling
our conversations haven’t been the same since
i figure you’re busy
but that doesn’t change the fact that my thumbs ache
to turn twenty-six letters into sweet messages for you
in addition to this, you never talk to me
i see you once in a while
maybe get some breakfast
or lunch
or dinner
but i’d like to spend significant time in your presence
you are so upbeat that it lifts my spirit
up to the heavens
boys boys boys
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Flicking through pictures and I come across one of you
I stare for a moment, simmering in hatred and bitterness
But I can’t help but break down in loud sobbing tears
Thinking of the sweet times of before and pretty feelings
Sky blue, lavender, rose pink, sunshine
When I’m alone I feel midnight:
Violet, sage, black with twinkling stars
The blackness overpowering those airy colors of happiness
And again washing over, drowning me in my own thoughts
Rage, rage, against the dying of the light
You were my light and now you’re gone
Naturally, I rebel, but I get nowhere
So I’ve decided I’m ceasing my efforts.
Let’s get coffee and tea and be cute together
(which is my ultimate goal)
Let’s read books and snuggle with each other
Butterfly kisses and fluttering fingertips
Layers of clothing peeled away under layers of blankets
Nibbles on my lips and stubbles poking my cheeks
It’s exactly what I’ve been waiting for.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:52 PM UTC
Poking fun makes me feel better
Laughing about your personality
And your stupid hair and unfitting sunglasses
I never thought I’d resort to this.
I spent the day away and still thought of you.
Never escaping from my brain –
Memories locked up with an iron key
Wanting to be together again
Toes touching toes, knees knocking,
Hands on waists and knotted in hair,
Squished together to transfer warmth and comforting smiles.
I just really, really miss you.
It’s been two weeks.
It’s been five weeks.
I had trouble coping then but maybe
Just maybe
I’m starting to finally feel freed
On the other hand I’m feeling
More of an outcast than ever before
As if I have no one
Lacking human company is really
Starting to wear on my sanity.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
“I’m just so tired lately”
I like being alone, but I don’t like feeling lonely
As of late, it’s all I feel
Lonely, disappointed, sad, angry
Morose, excited!, aching, lonely
Even the word itself feels like the emotion it describes
This has been one time too many
I never see you anymore, but that
Just doesn’t seem to bother you
Always spending time together
I can’t even bear to be with you two
All I feel then
Is lonely.
It’s just become part of my personality
Within the last month
All these events arise and lead to my own desecration
My heart conflicts with my head
I crave your scratchy not-quite-5 stubble
But I also try to forget
All the time it’s just taken up by
Forgetting remembering
And feeling lonely.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
It blows my mind that you stayed
I thought you were going to leave
Just like last time
I sat, enjoying my night
Until I noticed
You were holding her hand.
You never held my hand.
Two shadows walking under street lamps
So easy to miss, so hard to ignore
The image is burned on the back of my eyelids
Reflecting even in the safe haven
Of my own darkness
Honestly, you have the best timing
Right when I thought I was getting better
I’ve relapsed
And my thoughts have been consumed
With those mocking blue eyes and
Jutting jaw and
Snooty personality
All of your worst qualities
Are those I remember and yet
Those are which I cannot stand
I’ve found someone better, honestly
And he’s just like you
Only improved –
No snotty remarks, no sarcastic “Fantastic”
No rants on the philosophy of our existence
Or short stories with only a beginning
This itself is a beginning
And I intend for it to be
One that makes me finally happy
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC