i see the swirling in your eyes of empty promises and lies
your thundering words tear me apart so you can lightning strike my heart
your breath can chill my atmosphere each time you whisper in my ear
you say take shelter in my arms but my head's ringing with alarms
i know you've ruined me before and if i try i'll be harmed more
but something in me is at peace knowing my sorrow soon will cease
your clouds are swollen with regret, so please let me help you forget
the sweet potential of relief is all i need to bear this grief
the tears of rain take hours to come, but when they do i'm finally numb
as darkness shrouds all i once knew, i realize what i must do
first i must bury all my hurt and pray it's safe beneath the dirt
then i'll run closer to the storm in hopes to turn your cold front warm
i close my eyes so i can't see the damage that you'll do to me
but i can feel my soul grow dim as your winds sweep me up to Him
it was my choice to pay the price, please don't reject my sacrifice
my only plea is that you give your next real love a chance to live
Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 5:01 PM UTC
sun-stained heavens, growing dim
close your eyes and think of him
drifting autumn, wind-chilled pine
drink your tears with merlot wine
sappy tree hearts, maple leaves
reach for fading memories
smoky wood chips, apple cheeks
bury your nose in pumpkin peaks
swaying branches, cedar roots
shiver once then strap your boots
dusky hopes, burnt orange skies
nothing remembered ever dies
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
i want you to take every single piece of writing
i ever wrote about you
and burn it.
because if you didn't care when i was here
then you have no right to care
when i'm gone.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
why can't i write anymore?
what have i lost
that once meant everything to me?
don't say it
don't say it's him.
just because he's gone doesn't mean i have to be.
but then again
i always have had a habit of dissociating with
the identities that remind me of suffering.
i wonder if someday, in a few years,
i will dissociate with this identity, this current one
the identity that dreams of scientific discovery
of astrophysics, and neuropsychology
of MIT and professors who think i have talent
and will adopt some other
one that is just as opposite as science was to writing.
i wonder if i'll ever know who i truly am
or if i'll just keep leaving behind
everything that links me to these sleepless, anxious nights
to this pale face, these cold hands, these downcast eyes
to the depression that seems to follow me wherever i go.
i'm so lost
and if i can't even find myself,
who else will?
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 2:33 AM UTC
What I thought was gone, may not be
Who I once was, never learned
How I left, may be the same way I return
Lies and truths, they intermingle
Smiles and frowns, unite as one
Hearts and minds, they bleed until their colors run
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
how far could we reach
if we unraveled our hearts
and spread them across the sky?
the brightness would blind us
but with our love as our guide
we'd never lose sight of the future
the secrets we'd whisper
as we climbed o'er the mountains
would echo down to everyone listening
our freedom is a rule
that we've both worked hard to follow
and it will keep us dreaming on and on
May 9, 2014
May 9, 2014 at 9:57 PM UTC
I don't want to be perfect
I just want to matter
To someone, somehow
The way the oxygen in the atmosphere
Matters, undeniably
Without question, necessary
I want to be breathed in
Breathed out, recycled
Every bit as good the next time around
Refreshing, renewing
I want to be what keeps someone alive
More than existing, with purpose
More than vital, reviving
I want to be needed
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
Sometimes we grow attached
to the feeling of salt in our wounds.
Sometimes we invite in
the diseases that devour our souls.
Jan 16, 2014
Jan 16, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Oh yes, I see the flora
But it is black, white, and grey.
And when I close my eyes,
The colors magnify, intensify,
Until suddenly they aren't flowers anymore,
But forgotten faces, forgotten dreams
Pleading for remembrance, revival
Only to receive rejection
From this cold heart of mine.
You are the past, and I am the present!
No, they whisper, we are the future.
Where you see beauty,
I see a skeleton of lies.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC
Pumped full of air
Stretched to the brim
Tied with a knot
Ready for a whim
Trailing in the wind
Bobbing to the beat
Clasped in a hand
Sweaty from the heat
Oops, slipped away!
Drifted to the sky
Popped from the altitude
Never more to fly
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 4:23 PM UTC