thoughts hang around my head like an itch that won't go away
and they're making me scratch my brains out
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:32 PM UTC
You look into her eyes
And you see the stars.
A whole galaxy untold.
Her heart, the sun--
Radiant, warm, good.
From her lips, a whisper of truth:
a simple "I love you."
And within you stirs all the glory
And splendor of the unknown.
Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me fall asleep
Lulled to bed in a cunning thread of the tangled web we weave
I dream in pristine colors, windows of my mind anew
No fingerprints or ***** looks or evidence of you
I find comfort in forever wherever it may be
I may have left my home but it will always stay with me
The smell of all the smoke with the sound of all the rain
On constant playback every second deep within my brain
I found that time is all that matters and everything else faded
I spent years and years learning how to forget everything I hated
I've only gotten older and have nothing left to show
Except a ringing alarm clock and blood on my pillow
Narcolepsy hard and heavy watch me as I sleep
Another pill, another high, another date to keep
If I shall die before I wake, I hope that I'm with you
Then it won't matter where I go, cause you will see me through
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:27 PM UTC
you crowned me queen and put me up in your beautiful castle
i tried to run, i tried so hard to run away but you pinned me into my gown and you locked me in my tower and told me you would love me
and you loved me
and for the first time, i thought myself a queen
not because of my jeweled head but because the love you shed
now my crown is gone and i'm not quite used to the absence of its weight
i'm running around and falling over drunk on the idea that
you don't love me anymore
and begging someone to lie to me again
i do not miss the crown on my head, i am just sad that the castle wasn't real
next time you build, make sure that you aren't building out of broken glass
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 10:01 PM UTC
You are my poetry,
Sometimes you are easy to understand,
Sometimes you are hard,
And sometimes you are beyond my reach,
But you are so beautiful,
That I don't want to give up on you
Sometimes the things that you say,
Fly over my head,
Leaving me dazed and confused,
But I love you
Sometimes you are what you say you are,
And sometimes you take it too far,
There are things I like about you,
And things I don't,
But they make you, You
So, I want both
You are all the great poets fused into one body,
One perfect poetry
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
I woke this morning with you on my mind, truth is its déjà vu every time,
me imagining grasping your soft thighs as my insatiable appetite pleads for your subtle lips and beautiful Brown eyes, an alluring vision, passionate bliss consuming every fragment of my mind.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:28 PM UTC
*she knows he dreams about her
like metal to a magnet
thoughts travel backwards
to unending fantasies
time was new
sadness had ended
love flourished like
a thousand gardens in spring
that was then
she knows now
her thoughts too
travel back to love
when it was brand new*
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 2:24 PM UTC
The more I know,
the more I am convinced.
That every source of light,
casts also, a shadow.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:06 PM UTC
There is nothing
Of this earth.
Nothing more
Important.
Nothing more
meaningful.
Than what we
Create with no
Outside influence .
The Gifts we share.
The Arts.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:04 PM UTC
I’m tired of living in a world where my worth is measured in how many times I’ve blacked out or how many times I’ve made out with boys in bars. I’m done belittling myself for these people. People who only know the surface of my being. If I were to tell them everything about me all the darkness that resides in my soul, all the pain and misery that encompasses my heart, they would just shrug and call me weird or over dramatic. These people don’t know that I have galaxies in me that have yet been explored, that I fear will never be given the chance of discovery. I’m not depressed by any means, but I’m not happy either. I’m stuck in the middle, in purgatory, but it might as well be hell.
Jan 23, 2016
Jan 23, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC