This journey has been one for the books
a bookcase full of short stories
a story I never saw myself play a role in
Love is still apart of every paragraph
whether it be good or bad
a speed bump in the road
I move slow and easy
the thought still lingers in my mind ,
what does it all signify?
I should just appreciate the drive home.
windows down, favorite song
Mind is clear and at ease
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Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 2:02 AM UTC
Like Jekyll and Hyde, there are two that reside inside.
I've become so self aware.
Can too much knowledge of thyself lead to destruction?
Like Jekel and Hyde, my curiosity grows everyday.
Who plays the role of my negative doings?
Situations I would never put myself in if my consciousness was crystal.
Words I would never say if I supposedly love the human I am screaming at.
"supposedly love". I do love that human being I'm screaming at. She helps me recognize when my darkness has taken over. She calms me. She loves me too. And suddenly my darkness fades, I fall to my knees, and embrace love.
Aug 22, 2022
Aug 22, 2022 at 1:30 AM UTC
She was the moon to me
Apart of the Daily routine
A thing of beauty
Wears the cratored scars of her past and puts them on display
But does it with the grace that's usually described with a floor length silk dress
She had her phases
Most noted and complimented was when she was full
But my favorite when she was waning crescent ready to be new
She was the moon to me
Something I couldn't keep
And something I couldn't keep my eyes off of
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:04 AM UTC
I get inspired when I'm tired.
One minute I'm floating through happy thoughts, next I'm questioning my own existence.
Caught in the negative; it ***** me in without my permission.
Energy weakens, mind wanders.
Aug 27, 2017
Aug 27, 2017 at 11:21 AM UTC
Life may really be just a dream
But these feelings are more than real
My aches and pains are screaming out words I would never say
We pushed away love for hate
Baby lets drop our egos and become one
When I wake in another life, I want to see you there
Two strangers in a whole new world
Our love impeccable; true to the soul
Remember me?
Feel my energy & let my eyes lure you in
Take my hand..be mine again
Mar 28, 2017
Mar 28, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
i know a thing or two
about being immune
shutting off feelings,
acting amused
dozing to the sun
awaking to the moon
i know a thing or two
about happiness and doom
stirred in one cup,
served for two
strapping bandages
covering abuse
Feb 8, 2017
Feb 8, 2017 at 8:55 AM UTC
writing poetry, for me, has become like a eating disorder.
although instead of consuming,
i'm the one producing.
each day i strive for this unattainable image,
this glorified idea of what i might become,
and the parasite in my brain grows.
i force my finger down my throat,
causing words to come bubbling up.
and each time they are more vile than the last,
a sour odor wafting from them.
my mouth burns from the acid but it tastes like victory.
because at least i created something.
and i leave my poetry there to rot,
refusing to admit i have a problem.
too blind to understand that each time i do this i'm slowly killing myself.
i'm hungry for something that can sustain me,
but i reject every antidote.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
universe sends to me a sense of love. This love then conquers the negative energy which uncontrollably resides within me.
Pride takes a loss, and the ego sits quietly surrounded by its own walls unable to reach my soul.
A gift was given to me, and I invite You to share with me this feeling of compassion.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
My mind is elsewhere most of the time.
Please,
look into my eyes and tell me what you see.
Is it me?
Am I what you thought I'd be?
Try to understand why I seem so distant
Show some interest in yourself
Play me a song that makes you smile,
that'll be what my heart clings to
when you are no longer near me.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Tears and mascara make watercolors,
A charcoal coloured liquid maneuvering across my skin...
Illuminating all the cracked lines,
Seeping into my pores, into my being...
Blackening the rough edges within.
Its raining while the birds are still singing.
It always feels like November
In the Land of the dead and dreaming...
I am stuck on repeat.
This nightmare keeps on depleting my hope.
My heart is utterly broken.
Every word left unspoken becomes a poisoned arrow...
A dagger in my throat.
I'm sorry for being me.
I'd take it all back if I could.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 3:37 AM UTC