I will always want you
Like how the Moon persists in the morning sky
To leave the stars and meet the Sun.
Apr 23, 2015
Apr 23, 2015 at 7:04 AM UTC
I’m dry
I’m done
The part of me that desires you is gone
Some pieces need you
But a lot is smarter not to come near you
With half a heart
And perhaps, when it first doubted
Then some parts started pleading
Some parts are now pathetic
Melancholic
And a whole lot is silent
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
maybe I will outgrow you
forget how bright your eyes are
stop smirking as I remember you laugh
but for now, just let me think of you from the moment I wake up until I dream tonight
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Endless combinations of every word
Written. uttered. read.
She returned the most heartbreaking
As I told her three of the most abused in existence.
"I love you."
She replied silence.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 10:59 AM UTC
they, unique at first,
eventually turned out
to be like the rest
you, on the other hand,
a strand of grass in the field
yet deemed be like no other
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 7:15 AM UTC
your eyes, melody
your smile, a thousand drum beats
my heart, rhythmless
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 7:32 AM UTC
Seeing the morning light
Gleam through curtain holes,
Standing towers,
Rays and dust.
Sluggish.
Still.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 3:47 AM UTC
I want to be worried about.
Not in the "she'll do something reckless" way.
But in the:
Did I say that right?
Does she like me back?
Does she love me back?
Would it be weird to text her and tell her I had a good time?
Even though I just saw her is it weird to call?
I miss her voice, does she miss mine?
Do I need to tell her I love her more?
Am I telling her I love her too much?
Does she miss me?
kind of way.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
1. Find a Poet Not a poser, not a "it's just a hobby" poet. Find one who mumbles lines as they scramble for a pen at breakfast; who shakes their head randomly when their thoughts aren't rhyming properly; who has notebooks stashed around the house that you must never touch.
2. Listen Savor the spoken words, for those are harder to express. Keep in mind that they can't be edited and re-written, and be forgiving when a mistake is made.
3. Read The body speaks as loudly as words on a page do. When their eyes are closed or focused on the ceiling and the fingers are tapping out syllables, recognize the unique process. Respect the need for quiet, because if you look closely, you can read the poem on their face before they write it on the page.
4. Write Write your story together. Grab hold of the pen and hang on as you move across the page of life. Sometimes you will dance across, others you will be dragged. You may have to cross out a word, or a line, or a page, but don't give up. Discouragement is a poet's biggest enemy, inarticulateness their biggest fear. So end each day with a semi-colon, because the story will never end the way you think it will, and there must be room for more. There is always room for more, more words, more laughter, more tears, more love,
When you love a poet.
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC