Some days I wish I could die
And if resurrection is real maybe I get a chance to fix us
I would literally gamble my whole life
Just for a chance you live with you again
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 7:38 PM UTC
The sound of your voice caressing my ears
This I miss
The feel of your tender red lips like the petals of a rose
This I miss
To have you back in my arms again
How I wish
The mistakes I made to lose your tenderness
The tears I caused your gleeful eyes
The pain I caused you can't be explained
The rage I feel losing you can't be contained
I MISS YOU and the joy I felt at the call of your name
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
my simple words - unspoken
as time stands still, my heart beats
harder until the ties loosen,
smoothing the edges
unbound in the curve of your lips,
leaving my world
speechless
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:03 AM UTC
I write poetry to forget you. Hoping with every clever word phrase, you'll find your way out of my memory.
I just want you to know, betwixt all these fancy words and captivating images there's a broken girl who sits dangerously at the end of a piece of drift wood as a tornado approaches the shores of a distance beach.
There's a crooked smile singing the praises of some self found confidence that could be bottled and sold in the nearest gag shop.
There's a record player in my chest rotating the same three songs all with the same sad tune of "maybe this time". There's an empty casket going into an unmarked grave for feelings I thought we could share but never quite died.
There's a timid hand shake wrapped in insecurities doused in ambition and remorse for the words and actions that lacked excitement when I took the hand of some fragment that should have replaced you.
Jul 24, 2014
Jul 24, 2014 at 8:00 AM UTC
The girl who got made fun of,
The one who cut her wrist,
Her story finally took a turn,
And the ending has a twist
She’s not alone anymore,
She has no reason to cry,
Her story has a happy end,
She doesn’t have to die
The girl who was close to breaking,
And almost followed through,
Well she has a new perspective,
And it seems she likes the view
Her friends all came back,
To listen and understand,
They really do love her,
And want to lend a hand
But darling if it wasn’t for them,
This girl she would be dead,
Thank god they had saved her,
She’s got a bright future ahead
Now she's on the right track
Her head in the right place
and she's got a bright future
That I can see, it's in her face
Her eyes now they sparkle,
That spark will never fade,
Because now she has strength,
To put down her last blade
The girl who got made fun of,
Who once wished she was dead,
Her story finally took a turn,
She's got a bright future ahead.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC
Your smile was my escape from a world of torment
your eyes were like portals to a land of bliss I felt like the strongest till I felt your kiss.
shaky kneels and wild thoughts.
though your truth were lies and your words were illusions
a thousand questions a thousand answers with a million buts
a lonely heart scarred by your bladed tongue I love you but not for long.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 9:46 PM UTC
Bored of the land and all on it
Wondering what lies above that above me.
A field of blue with tufts of white like little cushions for gods .
Off to another plane where the irregular is regular .
May be in the clouds there are no worries .
May be in the clouds there are no fears
A promise of heaven a promise of peace Free of hurt and filled with bliss
Now I envy the dead *** they don't feel
Calmly laying there after a life spent
Souls headed for the clouds
Forever starts where life ends .
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 7:57 PM UTC
Misunderstood in a world of the regular
My thoughts stay odd when theirs stay similar
Imaginations with more loops and hoops than a circus
They call me weird some call me crazy
In a world of my own
At least here I'm king with citizens spawned from my twisted thoughts
Loved by few understood by none
Still not as lonely as they think
Not insane yet on the brink
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:10 AM UTC
write when your heart is on fire and your lungs can no longer contain the breath they inhale
write until your wrist, palms and fingertips are bleeding and your mouth is numb with thirst
write because there's so much for your soul to say and you're trying to cram it all into one lifetime
write for me, for yourself, for a lover, for a friend
just always continue to write
Jul 15, 2014
Jul 15, 2014 at 4:05 AM UTC