Glowing with sadness
Bright with grief
I, was born a hero
I shouldn't leave this world a thief
I was broken and hurting
I didn't want to see you cry
I was filled to the brim with tumors
It was ensured that I would die
So when I see you blubbering
I wonder why you weep
The memories and stories made
Are there for you to keep
Our love it wasn't perfect
And now your heart lay on the floor
But the time in our infinity
Well, I couldn't have asked for more
So instead of staying silent
And laying down to die
Take your heart and leave
Please go, be free
So I may fly into the light
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
*This is a note
To you.
I'm sure you'll know who you are if you read this*
You've become a weakness for me
Someone I can't stop thinking about
You're on my mind constantly
And I know this is crossing that line
That was drawn last night
But there's a chance you'll never read this
And I'm not telling you in person
So, really, this is alright to do
You're one of the greatest people I've ever met
And for some reason I can't get you out of my head
I can't focus on anything
Sometimes it's internally embarrassing
Also, I can't comprehend why
Someone like you, so wonderful and unique
Would ever even think of someone like me
Someone so drab and boring
I'm supposed to be doing math right now
But these thoughts kept nagging at me
And since I'm not supposed to tell you personally
This is all I can do
And at this moment i feel ten times better
Than what I used to
And you'll probably never see this..
But at least I got this off my chest.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
She felt ugly, from the inside and out
Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself
She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror
The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure
She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself
The craving that built up inside, did anything but help
The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen
Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened
Finally she realized, she was beautiful before
As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Yesterday, today, and then
every other day!
These are the days of the week
that somehow counts for me.
During these hopeful days
the week goes by quick
as a snow slide,
and frozen tears of ice
through the corners of my eye
in my locked up window...
These days goes by through the front glass of my car,
fogging my way & my whole vision.
Yesterday, today, and every other day
the newspaper arrives at my doorsteps, rain or shine. St. Pete Times or USA Today,
are left outside for me, soaking wet
and tintilating,cold, and moody,
with only sad news to offer me...
Nothing seem sadder to me
that a cold and rainy humid winter,
without dirt snowangels,
half melted and salt spread all over it.
Salt bring bad luck. I was told. No. Nothing is sadder
than a rainy winter day
when its snow is no longer white
but a dark shade of gray
like the disarrayed fur
on a grayish and old
fake mink coat...
The snow is not hard as rock, is soft like melted sugar in my warm coffee cup.
Yesterday, today, and every other day
I lit a smoke, that I promised to quit yrs. ago.
And I watch through my window
this melting snow,
dressing the cars in white, the departing airplanes
humming loudly outside, and the lonely, but wild, and crazy
laughing gulls singing
mindless of everything that's going on around. Laughing loud at my boring days; Today, yesterday, and every other day...
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Family needs to stick together
Through the tough, hard times
When it rains at night
Family needs to stick together
Like birds of a feather
Peas in a pod
Family needs to stick together
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
In my closet lie my secrets
Shackled in shame, as they huddle in the darkness
Fearful of being spilt out for the rest of the world to see
Yet silent and unwavering, as they force courage upon themselves
Hopeful that they may remain hidden in the cobwebs which hang inside
But knowing that one day they may somehow be released
Forced to leave their prison of safety, as the truth is revealed
As the skeletons spill from the darkness
And the secrets from my past come back to haunt me
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC