He holds me close
As the flames capture our legs
I should be scared but all I feel
Is the love for you
You call me your bluebird
I call you the flame
I sing for you
You burn everything to the ground
And we feel alive
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
I exist
You can choose to ignore
To hate
To renounce my existence
But I am here
I am real
I am me
And you cannot take that away
May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 11:51 AM UTC
The day they married marked the end of an era
But the beginning of something better
They were more in love then anyone could be
Until a girl with bigger **** came his way
And a man who didn't leave his towels on the floor came hers
And so they did what a lustful couple will do
They ****** someone other than their significant lover
And they thought they had pulled a fast one of each other
But the truth is much worse
For both woman
The wife
The one-night mistress
Glowed the way a pregnant woman should
And when the honeymoon was over
The dilemma was clear
There were two kids to feed that weren't even truly theirs
And a guilty conscious for them both
And that,my friends,was their downfall
Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 5:46 PM UTC
"Is this how I will die? Alone?"
A hard question to ask. An even harder question to answer.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:02 PM UTC
A is for all the times you laughed at me
B is for all the ***** you threw
C is for never caring
D is for me drowning in my tears
E is for every word you said
F is for me faking a smile again and again
G is for never letting my guard down
H is for hating myself
I is for I want to die
J is for "don't take a joke so seriously"
K is for killing my skin
L is for her leaving me
M is for losing myself
N is "never again"
O is for me being "over-dramatic"
P is for picking up the pieces
Q is for quitting on myself
R is for regret
S is for suicide
T is for taking my own life
U is for the universe doesn't care
V is for me being a victim
W is for words can break me
X marks where my grave is
Y is for yearning for something better
Z is for the end of my story
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 8:58 PM UTC
Shaking hands will never do
Keep your eyes peeled for the next disease
A slip up will change your life
There is no cure for heartbreak
No love left for the lost soul
Wondering how they will live
If their lover dies
And you the surgeon
Cannot sugarcoat
Cannot attempt to make things better
All you can do is hold your head high
Take the tears and the blows with grace
And remember to smile next time you save someone
Because of you they can see better days
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:40 PM UTC
He, was always well composed,
what a father should be.
And she, plastered a smile day to day thinking next of what could be,
but it was always just a thought never acted.
The world sees what you want it to see,
how foolish of them,
how foolish of me.
But as a child you also see what you want to see, when the people you love the most hide behind a veil of protection,
Until that veil shatters.
And you are ****** into a world of unknown called adulthood,
you see the bruises, the letters, the threats of violence,
you remember his face,
but now behind his eyes it wasn't love that you saw,
it was possession.
The smile that you loved on your mother was to keep the tears at bay,
and the nightmares you had of her crying and begging were alive because they were right outside your door.
Now left to pick up the pieces,
there is a girl left abandoned,
a farther who hurt because he never loved,
a mother who still says “what if”,
and a facade unravelled.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
We are a wall of lost children.
Tiny fingers fixing
the broken pieces
Of humanities innocence
mending her compassion,
sewing the stiches of
goodwill back into
her being.
Until goodness can be seen.
Till the stars look down
flaring with pride
to see our brighter side.
Children of the cosmos
fulfilling our purpose.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:34 PM UTC
A poem about coffee
How cheap
How over used
A poet speaking on coffee
Is like a politician making a promise
But this is where we live
Our inner self brought out by consuming
Coffee, ***** drugs, love....
Pick your poison and get writing.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 5:32 PM UTC