when the darkness finally creeps in -
after days
weeks
months
of brilliant light -
it comes in waves.
pulsing, body crushing
waves.
until eventually it takes over your body
putting you to sleep
ending your hunger
suppressing your mind
letting you think nothing but of the darkness that surrounds
you.
end it.
end the darkness.
there are no
flowers in darkness
laughter in darkness
colors and rainbows and shiny objects in darkness
there are no
home cooked meals in darkness
morning-made beds in darkness
cleansing in darkness.
so end it.
end the darkness.
find the light.
grab the light.
and never let go.
end the darkness // a.s.
Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:27 PM UTC
im too stressed
to write
it seems as though my brain has trapped
all of my creativity
within a leak proof box
so i sit bored and disappointed
and you wait around for the brilliance inside me
to create a escape plan
and break free
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 11:56 PM UTC
I asked you what love felt like and you explained
how your stomach flutters like butterflies trapped in a glass jar and how her eyes seem to sparkle brighter than the stars on any given late July night.
I asked you what love felt like and you explained
how your body shook with the intensity of a thousand earthquakes
and how your skin ached and your lips burned when you realized you lost her.
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:31 PM UTC
And when you don't feel like you're enough,
everything becomes too much.
enough // a.s.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Today is a good day.
Snowflakes are falling.
The birds are singing in their cage.
The dogs are asleep by the fireplace.
Your legs are intertwined with mine
as we lazily flip through television channels.
Today is a good day.
good day// a.s.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 10:15 AM UTC
Today,
I am sad. Unbelievably sad. The kind of sad that you fear you will never overcome. As if this feeling can and will consume you forever. Slowly but surely.
I believe that this sadness is a monster, the one you believe is under your bed, the one you're too afraid to check for in fear of being face to face with a yellow-eyed, gnarling beast, in fear of being face to face with your death.
today i am sad // a.s
Dec 28, 2015
Dec 28, 2015 at 5:46 PM UTC
When you left I didn't cry. When you left I didn't scream. When you left I didn't collapse into a pile of mush on the ground. When you left I simply smiled and went to bed.
-i'm not going to miss you // a.s
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:17 PM UTC
roses are red... and blue and orange and white.
violets are blue... but they are also yellow and purple and pink.
there is no point to this poem, or at least none that is clear,
and thats quite alright because you shouldn't be living your life to one standard, like red or blue, my dear.
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Because as we sat there under that tree one chilly Autumn afternoon all I could think was, **** I could love her forever."
-and this is why we would never work // a.s.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 4:00 PM UTC
Forcing her to say "I love you,"
while your hands are curled around her side
and your breath is taking sharp jabs at her neck.
She'll cry out the most beautiful string of 3 words you've ever heard
just to wake up from the nightmare.
"Say it and I'll let go"
Do I need to show you how I love you,
why I love you?
Does my black stare hurt yet?
Do my lips burn?
Because that is what love is, right?
Repetition of a the most beautfiful string of 3 words you've ever heard,
just to wake up from the nightmare.
-do you call this abuse? // draft // a.s.
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC