Have you noticed my glow?
Not the glow upon my skin
or the glow of the reflective light
that bounces off of my car keys
The glow of glee
that glistens throughout my brown eyes
when I gaze at your beauty
as we hum our duet
that displays our affection
without words upon our tongues
It is nothing more
than a simple tune
like the sound one makes
when exposed to something enjoyable
Such as the presence of another
that lights a fire inside of me
Not a burning fire
but one that is dim
and enables me to feel warm
Just from a simple tune
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I attended a party Friday night
It was late, and there was alcohol
Everyone had a great time
I met a girl, a beautiful girl
The scent of ***** tumbled off of her tongue
She led me upstairs, where our lips touched
And she pulled me to the sheets
I had just met this girl
And we made love
I looked into her eyes, and I knew
I loved her.
I had just gotten 20 dollars from mowing a lawn
And I spent it on a girl, a girl I'd known for a while
I didn't take her to a restaurant
I bought chocolate milk and pizza rolls
We sat on the floor and ate them
While we watched movies
We talked about everything
We laughed
She accidentally spit out her pizza rolls
And her chocolate milk
I gazed at the mess on the floor
And looked up at her
I looked into her eyes, and I knew
I loved her.
Nov 10, 2017
Nov 10, 2017 at 10:25 AM UTC
You can wear shoes.
Let sweat and moisture build up.
Stay contained.
Don't let anything fall into anyone else's hands.
Or,
You could slip them off.
Feel the softness of the grass and flowers between your toes.
Open up.
But don't forget about the opposing elements.
The rocks, the glass, the nails.
Take in all the pain from the damage that's been done to the bottoms of your exposed feet.
So, will you wear shoes?
Or walk barefoot?
Joyfully.
Dangerously.
Sep 9, 2017
Sep 9, 2017 at 9:30 PM UTC
Did you hear those words?
She meant them.
All the promises you made?
You bent them.
Time is money.
Dollars?
You've already spent them.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 6:06 AM UTC
"Don't get attached"
Slips through the lips of your peers
As if
Its an option.
Attachment is a sickness
That inevitably leads
To destruction.
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
In my desperate search for true love;
I lost myself.
Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
I can hear it in your voice.
Tiptoeing,
on the edge of trembling.
Eyes,
tearing at my flesh.
Minds,
racing into oblivion.
Grudges,
preventing absence.
I sit in the shadows.
In the backseat.
Of a 97' Chevy Cheyenne.
Jun 29, 2017
Jun 29, 2017 at 2:58 AM UTC
The hurdle
has been surpassed.
You see before you
many more.
But no longer
can you strengthen your legs.
Jun 27, 2017
Jun 27, 2017 at 3:44 AM UTC
Savour the simple things. Simple things are what give you wings. Just sit and think. Reckoning. Your own thoughts are your undoing. Using your vision to sit in front of the television. That’s your decision. Sometimes entertainment leads to intuition. Or isolation. Which leads to demolition. Demolition of your mind’s existence. They say it rots your brain but the circumstances change the game. It’s not the same. The meaning is getting chased away by thoughts of dancing in the rain. You must restrain in order to keep your feelings tame. Sometimes they take the fame. It doesn’t matter how you do it. It’s the people that get you through it. The people you hold close. The people you love the most. They seem to be the wisest. Wiser than most kids today, who compare snap scores like **** sizes. I’m barely even rhyming anymore. Oh well. No use. I’m just trying to get it through to you. Hell, I don’t even know what it is, but I know it’s important. Making a decision nowadays is enough to make you sick. **** So is a ******* insta pic. Sometimes I wish we could go to back to when there was only floppy disks. The rhyming is back, or at least it kind of is. What is this. This “poem” is getting pretty random, isn’t it? I wrote this for several reasons for no reason.
What even.
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
I'm better than you. Nothing will ever stop me from believing that is true. I’ll disregard your feelings and touch you wherever you want me to. I'm a ********* and that makes me someone you want to do. I'm right aren't I? Of course I am. Don't try to lie. You want me way more than all those really nice guys. The ones who listen and are ready to comfort you if you might cry. You know you'll tell them “bye bye”. Leaving them staring into the sky, wondering what they didn't do right. They gave everything for you. They can't help but adore you. They hate seeing you hurt. But when they do, they hold you as your tears soak their shirt. They love you for how wise you are. Not what cup size you are. They're exactly what you need, but don't mind them. Just focus on me. They'll treat you like you're their everything. I'll treat you like my property. You're still going to choose me, obviously
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC