I don't understand why I shake,
I don't understand why we are the same
and yet you suffer so.
Do I cry? Is it because I am
helpless to help less?
I understand rage, quick and passionate
but this anger in my veins,
something that never fades
or dissipates with a punch
It does not give me strength
It makes me brittle, and makes me
seem little.
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
i don't know why i bought them
i just did
like my brother and sister i set it alight
ablaze, like my lungs, and i try
i try so hard to be like them
and yet everything i do in life sets us apart
they are so alike, the trio, the children,
they are so alike, and yet i am exiled.
Perhaps it is age, and perhaps it is the boy
Perhaps it is because he blew me away
out of his life, just like the smoke
and now only the smoke comforts me
and the heat keeps me warm
for nobody could
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
what's more tragic?
my infatuation I regret,
or
the love that this could beget
Oct 23, 2013
Oct 23, 2013 at 12:16 AM UTC
as i sit here, months after, i remember not
the sweaty ******* or sated lust,
but the light kisses,
and your eyes,
how they
pitied
me
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
It is not in the song that i find my peace,
but in the singing.
Silenced for days, my voice a warm memory
of the notes that I should have hit.
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:52 PM UTC
perhaps it is a drop of water, or maybe a tiny stone
that has caused this madness, a craziness that I created
I sit in a stone cell with no light and the drip drop dropping
on the loose veil of sanity
Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC