We ran through that house like we lived there
Cursing the filth and praising the clutter
The amount of stuff, another persons life
It was ours to desecrate, it was ours
And I spent all winter (or **** near all winter)
Trying to get warm
And I lost all my time to the intricacies of your youth
Only to find it in my room at night
Those nights killed me in the way one kills time
Now I spend all summer trying to get cool
My blankets big enough for two, there's plenty time to run through
**** me with those eyes that drown me in hope
And I hand over everything I've ever known for an hour in your presence
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 2:43 AM UTC
I let my face rest in
the rising rain water
My muscles were relaxing
Drops fell on my neck freshly
The rain fell light and even
As I laid I sank in
I wanted to be gone
Sink into the nothingness of matter
Be of and separate of nothing
I was content with complacency
But you pulled, you did not fight
You showed me how great it was
being more than you were
How truly eminent you could be
The way we make ourselves
You cried out, "Look
we are clean now,
the rain has cleaned us"
So I rose and so did you
"Let's be of and separate of each other"
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 7:12 PM UTC
How is one to be one's own
All there is to feel is disdain
What else is to be shown
To feel anything, especially happiness, is pain
"Nothing is original": Teenage Anthem
No truer words have ever been written
Emotions can't belong to any of them
They're sent via a social subscription
All one's thoughts are already said ever so splendidly
Force fed back to the mind (a reminder of the artfulness not of thyself) that couldn't vocalize
The poet says "It's nice to not be alone" all too friendly
No words have been a greater weapon to terrorize
To not be alone in the feeling of apathy is
all one needs to feel at ease...
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Sometimes I press my palms into my eyes
so that way I see blurry for a minute
Everything feels surreal to me right now
maybe I'm finally going to have that breakdown
The one that's been building since age five
It's odd, your eyes made it ok for a second
and your smile another
but I'm still pressing my eyes and I still feel funny
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 1:11 AM UTC
Your eyes are always so crinkled
School must drain you so
Always barely perceiving
They were disheartening with
melancholy in tow
I'll never forget the night I realized
your eyes
No longer creased, no longer apathetic
So round, so alive
In this moment I realized that I
had seen them before
I saw a glimpse today
Maybe it's too much to think that
I made your eyes everything
Everything I needed to be alrite
I kissed your mouth that night
A person like you could be good for me
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
A very close call
Still traced each other till dawn
Your hands were pure white
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
This time we spoke more
Awkwardness aside, we were
beyond infinite
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:36 PM UTC
The First night was great
Few words were spoken at all
Your embrace; plenty
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
My body burns like a furnace with you
My heart yearns below the surface without you
The way your hair smells
The way your lips rest
The way we trace each others' ghosts
with our fingers;
yours so perfect and white
They make me anxious for your next words
Your next smile
Your next embrace
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC
Here we are
You and I
We've reached it
The Good Place
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 11:45 PM UTC