The air around me blows
like static --
water rushing
on a porcelain countertop
full of both memories
and feelings.
weeping roses cover
my nostalgia for better times
but the noises!
oh the noises!
***** at my brain and force
me into staring at my own hands.
Quite small, they look
in comparison with what I believe them to be.
Humming and whirring strike
the darkness around me.
I can't believe this used to be home.
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:13 AM UTC
Sometimes I think I'm in a nightmare
And I'll wake up next to you
And all of this will be over
But you're never in my bed when I wake
Only sleeping in my mind
Tucked away behind where regret and jealousy collide
Melancholy blankets cover your soft skin
Tender cheeks kissed by my disappointment
My depression plays with your hair
And anxiety massages your back
And when you do wake
You exit my eyes as tears
But somehow
You always find your way back to your bed
Oct 2, 2017
Oct 2, 2017 at 3:28 AM UTC
Sleepy eyes
Are awakened at night
By thoughts overpowered harm
Regret
Is like a paper cut
And lemons are my favorite food
My own rain stains my cheeks
Leaving them red
And cracked
Night know no bounds
Though, neither does the day anymore
Sep 11, 2017
Sep 11, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
I keep drinking myself to oblivion
I get ****** so much medusa would be jealous
I can't stay sober
I was high in love
Now I get high to forget
To erase you from my life
Like you erased me
But you wrote yourself in permanent marker
Across my heart
And i am stained all over
That no bleach can take out
Now, I compare everything to you
Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 1:51 AM UTC
Help
I am drowning
In midnight
Winter comes
And erases me
My summer breeze
So many months
Gone like grass
In its place
Frigid sharp snow
Piercing like arrows
Tearing my skin
And heart
Help
I am drowning
In snow
Winter takes my life
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 2:17 AM UTC
I am winter
Stung by your speckled summer skin
And jellyfish cheeks
Hanging in my room like a painting
Always staring at me
Sculpted by certain strokes
I could never see
Ominous fall air
Wallowing in waves
The ocean you are
Filling my room to the brim
A blankets touch
Warm like leather seats
On a summer day
Nighttime dreads
My night mind
Where you are the lead
In my favorite drama
I see no spring
Time has stopped
Endlessly and forever
Aug 11, 2017
Aug 11, 2017 at 1:54 AM UTC
I could talk about how you caught my eye
Like an insomniac catches the cold
But how cliche
I could talk about the whimsy in your eyes
The way they light up
When you speak passionately
But how cliche
I could talk about how you taste like home
Where I could sleep in peace forever
But how cliche
How can one go on?
When miles of words are already written
When thoughts have already been thought
When feelings have already been felt
When beauty has already been beheld?
I hate being optimistic
But everything has already been written
How could my metaphors be any different?
But it makes sense
Because darling,
I cannot think of any word that describes you,
To me
Even our vast vernacular
Cannot contain my emotional state
For you look of a color never seen
A flower never felt
And a song yet to be heard
Simply put
I can’t describe you
You’re not beyond beautiful
You’re beyond words
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
I feel nostalgic with you
But why?
It couldn’t be because of how long I’ve known you
For our time together has been short
It couldn’t be from long conversations, drowned by thoughts and feelings
For we talk much, but not forever
But it’s worth remembering
Because your thoughts pierce my skin like knives
Bleeding my bad blood out
Through the cognitions contained in your cranium that control and combat every whimsical thought I have ever had and turn it on its head like a top, spinning my mind endlessly into oblivion with words like wine and ideas like cigarettes
For I feel nostalgic with you because, well,
You’re all I’ve thought about for years
Dreamed about for years
Fell in love with over and over again for years
I’ve known you ever since I can remember
I just didn’t know you were real
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
I see her in the east en'tring my world
Shining streams of optimism and hue
So bright a light, peaking like a turtle
Yellow and orange, with slight shades of blue
I see her right above me, en'tring noon
Bringing life from night to all those around
So we hit our peaks, albeit too soon
But the world turns, the sun starts to cast down
We get a beautiful sunset sight
Purples and maroons cover my dy'ng fate
Because even the day must turn to night
And before you love it all, it's too late
Just as ev'ry morn the sun comes to rise
So it sets, halting eternal demise
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
How unique!
Paper to pen,
Pushing thoughts through
Onto old, refined papyrus
That doesn’t know it’s self-worth
As I write
I etch my mind in history
Otherwise, what evidence will there be
Of my once forgotten thoughts?
But paper and pen,
Like the wood it comes from,
Is everlasting
Until it is burned
By fires of hate
And touched
By venom of ignorance
So I write this down,
Because it just may be
The last thing I ever think.
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 11:20 PM UTC