i would kiss your neck
hold you when you cry
but till that day comes
i'll see you on Skype
when your world becomes dark
i'll light up your phone
when you need more than my voice
you'll have to wait till i'm home
but it's okay
i know someday i'm gonna be with you
it's okay
i know someday i'm gonna with you
hug that pillow tight
and do your best to sleep
for when it's cold outside
we'll be sharing those sheets
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC
We said it'd be easier with smartphones and Skype
The distance would shrink and the time would fly by
But every time I hear your voice on the phone
or your beautiful face appears on my screen
I can't help but feel alone
I can hardly hold back a scream
I'll always be yours and you mine
but where is you hand now
I need it to hold mine
I see a couple kiss outside on the lawn
I frown with jealousy
remembering you're gone
I just want to wake up with you next to me
I just want to come home and you undress me
Run your hands through my hair and kiss my cheek
If you come over now I'd keep you for weeks
I just want the sun to rise
and know it's the day
when you become my wife
and everything will be okay
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
The headphones go in. Sore Thumb begins.
I take a deep breath and get out of my car.
The guitar gently begins a pleasant melody
as my feet slide along the pavement.
A short walk, in both distance and time
but everything was still.
Eternity in a moment.
The drums join the guitar in perfect, unexpected cooperation,
my heartbeat and smile slightly augmented.
This is what we live for.
Sometimes we experience those moments that are without flaw,
so transitory yet frozen I nearly cry.
The skeletons of leaves scrape along the sidewalk.
A cold breeze sneaks under my sweater
giving me a chill that reminds me of the millions of nerves throughout my body.
I am alive, I am dead. I am all, I am none.
The vocals echo from a distant hallway.
Reminiscent, nostalgic, sentimental come to mind.
Rather than hear the soundtrack of my environment I imagine.
The vocals cut out and the song bursts into a colorful symphony.
With it bursts the deepest center of myself.
I arrive, my walk has come to an end
but I'll never forget that walk.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 10:05 AM UTC
Don't you love when
writing a poem seems
more like remembering
than creating
Plato said we never
actually learn something new
We only remember the forgotten
An idea easily dismissible
however...
sometimes this feels like
an accurate description of my experiences
Those clouds, about to burst with rain
remind me of something
Your smile, your frown
remind me of something
My idea of God
seems buried deep within me
That song, the emotions it evokes,
remind me of a time I can't remember
Her tears, those stains
seem vaguely familiar
His paintings, those cool, dark colors
make me feel at home
The way that proof glides along the lines of logic
reminds me of something intangible
The smell of homemade bread in the oven
reminds me of something inexpressible
That hurt you caused me
didn't come as a surprise
The contentment you gave me
didn't seem unprecedented
May your grace not be in vain
I will always remember
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
just hold your breath a little bit longer
when i clear this pollution
i promise we'll be stronger
your mind may wander but don't look away
i will find a solution
then i am here to stay
not another moment can i stand to be split
can't we be amiable?
no, i feel your hostile intent
your constant screaming makes my head ache
i would **** you now
but that's one thing i can't take
maybe an identity is out of my reach
you've stolen so much from me
attached to my soul like a leech
i brush my teeth, i'm ready for bed
hopefully tonight in my dreams
you'll stay out of my head...
Nov 17, 2013
Nov 17, 2013 at 1:51 AM UTC
have courage, my friend
it is brighter over here
do not dread the end
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:59 PM UTC
i miss your fingers
running along my tattoos
as you tell me of your monsters.
the ones you've defeated,
the ones that won't let go.
i kiss your nose
and when you open your green eyes
wordless whispers pour into me
the moments of ineffable bliss
the moments of unimaginable hurt
all i will share with you
i may not be able to destroy
the things under your bed and in your closet
but when you hear their moaning,
when their shadows dance along the walls
take my hand
and squeeze it hard
some love creates light
but only the kind you suffer for
i'll always suffer for you
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 11:58 PM UTC
Why, God, is there so much pain and suffering?
Because, my child, without such
You would be so terribly uninteresting
Nov 10, 2013
Nov 10, 2013 at 11:31 PM UTC
Why is it so much easier
to write a sad poem than a happy one?
Well, I suppose a poem's like a scar
and happiness rarely leaves a scar.
I guess when I am truly happy
like, my-jaw-hurts-from-smiling happy,
the pen doesn't seek my hand.
If we were continuously and eternally happy
would there be any art at all?
A happy life would be terribly uninteresting.
This is a happy poem.
Not because I am happy
but because I am content.
Content with the scars I've earned,
content with the love I've lost
and the love I have found.
I have crawled in the shadows
and I've walked in the light.
Gray is only possible
if you know the black from the white.
I'll tell you a secret.
Never mind, it's mine to keep.
This is a happy poem.
Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 12:24 AM UTC
their smiles and laughs surround me
energy drips from their teeth
but when the music stops
when their glasses are emptier than their wallets
each is without a home
they tell of the last time they were happy
the last time they loved something
the last time they knew they werent alone
each of these faint memories
revisited only as fantasies
dead presidents wont love you
and the night will never be your friend
her warm breath on your neck
will only remind you of the cold outside
his lustful grip around your hip
will only remind you youre still broken
i know youre lonely, i get it
but some cuts need more than a band-aid
some stomachs need more than bread
some people need more than people
i know youre hurt, i know youre lost
but i know youre loved
and i hope one day
youll know that to be true...
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 12:59 AM UTC