In my head the fear whispers
*Some people are just too good to know
Wait your turn or let them go*
I can’t
To my skin it sends shivers,
Where are you? You’re missing out.
Useless, stabbing, loud self-doubt
I can’t stand it
Grasping onto conversation,
Feeling I want to know more.
But do they feel different than they did before?
I can’t stand it when we don’t connect.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 10:44 PM UTC
the hands of the Wind
forgot to pick you up when he came,
then left without a warning
and in his place came the rain
(of tears that would not stop)
time to pick yourself up
because the cars still speed past,
as though their tires are made to last
as though anything ever is
they forgot what it means to live
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 6:29 PM UTC
everyone is a contradiction alive
nobody is quiet all the time
even the most silent, watchful eyes
are guarding a storm inside
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:47 AM UTC
heard the trains in the distance
whistling your name for 20 years
but you never understood their language,
it wasn’t meant for your ears.
you were so comfortable
sitting in your bed,
watching tv,
wishing you were dead,
you didn’t think twice about where the trains went.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
if you are what you eat
then i am just
a stale slice of bread
atop of glass of water
half eaten but half alive
waiting patiently
for my turn to be consumed
if you are what you eat
then i am simply this
but sometimes i feel
as strong as the glass that holds the water
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:06 AM UTC
i feel that life is in delay
the moments later every day
a thought i had 10 weeks before
will lead to action in 10 weeks more
moments left untouched by tears
now will make me cry for years
suddenly i feel it brew
sadness that i never knew
except i did,
I knew it well
i didn’t know
i couldn’t tell
the memories
were always there
they lived inside
i didn’t care
so please don’t ask
why there is silence
my mind is present,
but lacks guidance
maybe i will feel your touch
now as you lay beside me
or maybe i will feel it later
in a fond memory
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 2:05 AM UTC
i love her
even when she’s pulling on my hair
even when i wish she wasn’t there
it’s nice to know that i still care
you threw a brick, you
swear you didn’t mean to
i bring these things out of you
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:22 AM UTC
i am quicker to doubt myself
than i am to doubt anyone else
whether i know them or not
when it comes to others
i never think twice
there i am, always by their sides
somehow incapable of extending
the same kindness to myself
but i am a person just like the rest
struggling to find my place in this mess
there is no use being hard on myself
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
i want to be
something she can fix.
i want to be a puzzle
the way she is.
i wish to be a broken telephone line,
for we know, the solution is time
and a quick repair
and i’ll be fine.
i wish to be a set of drawers
with a missing ****
missing but
out there somewhere.
Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 2:16 AM UTC
if our friendship was a mountain
i’d climb it to the peak
and wait there until sunrise
when we'd have a chance to speak
but we are more like a valley
always feeling down together
the sky is so beautiful
we sometimes forget to complain about the weather
now i live in the mountains
and snow falls gently on me again
i forget about the cold,
i forget about the rage
as ice melts in the spring,
memories of you are washed away
they heard that you were gone
and knew they couldn’t stay
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC