To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it.
A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket.
The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit.
Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it.
Remembering the days, and nothing will top it.
The door closes in my face. And then you locked it.
Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it.
Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it.
Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit.
I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
I saw a shooting star last night on my way home.
It fell like a tear from its heavenly dome.
It reminded me that I am mad at my God.
I believed, I prayed, but it was all fraud.
I brought her to church
I held her when she cried
We made such sweet love
And she still left like the tide.
It all felt so right
surely she's the one,
she turned the switch off.
And my faith is now done.
It was the straw that broke the dying camel's back
I was too off course, I won't make it back
If you're not the one then no one else will
Your shoes, like your presence, were to big to fill.
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
The times I stop and think.. They always push me five steps back.
They make me think what if?
And then my heart attacks.
I struggled just to place- one foot ahead of the other.
And now im back where I first fell, drowning and being smothered,
by the relapse of your scent, I was tortured all last night.
But they say that’s it’s ok.
It was never meant to be.
But they said that about the moon.
And we have surely walked it’s beat.
So maybe if I try.
To sleep alone tonight.
I will figure out just why. We were never meant to fly.
But you mean so much to me. And I think that it is love. Because you're all that's in my head, you’re all I’m dreaming of.
And I cannot wish away, the feeling of your hand.
It's forever here to stay, on another man
And I hope you get the best.
You deserve nothing less.
But in my heart you will always be "The one that got away." The one who's never coming back,
and surely now I am
five steps back.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 3:08 AM UTC
When I joined, they said: "The hardest part of this job will be taking another's life."
How about watching her walk away, the one who was supposed to be my wife?
In basic training they said: "The hardest part of this job will be all the danger."
How about watching a lover, turn into a stranger?
On patrol they said: "The hardest part of the job will be staying awake through the night."
It wasn't hard at all, when she told me it wasn't right.
"The hardest part of the job will be pushing through."
No sir, it's knowing that there's nothing you can do.
When it's not you.
"The worst part of all this is knowing that their dead."
I'd take that, over the thought of her in another's bed.
"The hardest part will be maintaining traction!"
Loving at full capacity, but only receiving a fraction?
Trying to fix something you didn't break?
Failing and and becoming someone else's
mistake
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:46 AM UTC
I am August. In each and every way. The Leo of a lifetime, as if sculpted by clay. April is misunderstood, perceived with negative emotion. But tell me, have you felt the sun? By sailing on the ocean? April is the beginning, starting new every year. Don't be sad, it's not your fault, you've been stuck out on the pier. So tell me true, do not start lying. Would you sail the open seas, with a tried and true lion?
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:40 AM UTC
She said, "It's Hailey, with an "i"
Like hail
Like the weather.
I asked, "Why?"
"Because you're unpredictable? "
She says, "No, because when you have the grandest of plans, I'll ruin your day. "
I laughed. And then when I had fallen in love, she left.
And I realized.
She wasn't just being cute. She wasn't just playing "hard-to-get."
She was warning me, pleading with me.
So now I say, "hello, my name is Sonny."
And they ask, "What? Like the singer?"
And I say, "No."
"Like the sun
Like the weather."
And they ask, "Because you're bright?"
And I say, "No."
"Like the summer, like a drought.
Like a long time without water.
Without hail.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:23 AM UTC
Don't ******* tell me that you don't remember!
The kisses, the feelings, your body in tremors.
Don't blame it on the whiskey for loving me tonight
I've waited too long, I fought the good fight
I've loved you for days, for weeks, for months,
To get to this point, it's my triumph
I'll never forget the taste of your lips, the weight of your body, the sounds you let slip..
I've taken you to mountains, ranges, and more
I tried so hard that my soul is now sore
The morning after, it's now all the same,
The look in your eyes, not wild, but tame,
The way you speak, so careful and planned
Not at all like the hours just spent before hand
It kills me that liquor is the key to our love
That sober you is so distant and cold
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
Whatever happened to poems rhyming?
You cannot tell me that trend is now dying?
Whatever happened to the artist's demise?
Of finding a word to match the last line?
Now all I see are thesaurus-y words,
Like really? Whoever has heard of "demurred?"
I get it, it's new, it's hip, it's "in"
But to not rhyme in a poem should be considered a sin.
Get off this fad before it's too late.
Poems should rhyme, there is no debate.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 1:13 AM UTC
"So, I met this girl..."
Yeah, I know that sounds cliche.
I'm surprised how much we talked, since she took my breath away.
And I know.....
I always say that ****
But guys this time I swear!
She's different.
We talked about life.
And how we're getting married.
After only two hours!
Yeah I know, that sounds scary.
But something about, that confidence in her eyes, took away the doubt, I was feeling inside.
And then she held my hand tight! Like she'd never let go....
But on that digital screen, she's still a "no-show."
Sweet Jesus, here comes the paranoia.
The over-obsessive lunatic I'd promised I'd never show ya.
I'm ruined.
Spent all day thinking.
And after thoughts like that, I should be "shrinking."
But Why?!
Who says it's wrong?!
Maybe we're the ones who have been right all along?!
Correct in our decisions, sinning in our ways.
**** the way you kiss me, it makes me wanna stay.
Delusional visions, but then, here we lay...
**** the way you kiss me,
Is it night? Or day?
Apr 7, 2013
Apr 7, 2013 at 10:53 PM UTC
I want to text her, "You're making a mistake."
I want to tell her all that is at stake
Explain to her the reasons I've come up with in my head
But all I can do is lay here in my bed.
Shiny new ring like a false prophet.
I've seen too many come before and that is why I scoff it.
Been gone for a few months so all you do is miss her
Get down on one knee and then you start to kiss her
But the glamour wears off, the decision sinks in
All of these thoughts make me crawl inside my skin.
The life of a princess is all she ever wanted.
Kissing frogs before she learned to walk-yeah.
Her prince charming in camis and a flight cap.
Taking her away and neither wanna look back.
I see she's happy and taken and I want that.
So I pull her in to the depths because that's where I'm at.
I'm not satisfied, so why should you be!?
All I want is for you to see what I see.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:34 AM UTC