did you
miss
feeling
like this
oh well, baby, i am back
hello,
i'm
here again
i've missed
haunting you
i've missed
the
darkness
inside
your head
i've missed
your
inner screaming
for
help
that
no one
can
ever
hear
i've missed
this
i
won't
go
away
not for a very long time
i
won't
leave
you
as some always do
i'll stay
for as long
as
you give me a reason to
i'll stay
because
i know
how
much
you love
having
me
around
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
you're allowed to be okay
as you're allowed to be not okay
you're allowed to smile
as you're allowed to frown
you're allowed to dream
as you're allowed to wish
you're allowed to cry
as you're allowed to keep it in
you're allowed to scream
even if it's only inside your head
you're allowed to do whatever the hell you want
as long as it's not against the law (maybe)
you're allowed to be happy
so, why can't you?
Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 11:13 AM UTC
say sorry like you mean it.
say it without any more hard feelings.
say it with deepest regrets.
say it without feeling contempt.
say it to forgive youself.
say it to feel better.
saying sorry is not hard.
“Sorry.”
Just a word, but means a lot to its receiver.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:54 AM UTC
we hate it so much when things don’t go our way. we don’t like it when people notice the bad things about us (and comments about it). we get mad when they have opposite opinions or suggestions of what we want.
and it’s normal to feel that way. normal to get annoyed, to get stressed, to feel angry, but it shouldn’t always be like that... because maybe it wasn’t just the right fit. maybe there are more things you need to learn and accept, like his/her opinions or suggestions. maybe we shouldn’t get so full of ourselves to think that we should always be right, that what we want is better. maybe we shouldn’t be like that. because theirs might be the best but because you forced yours to be right, it just gotten worse.
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 9:44 AM UTC
I like how the air smells just before it rains. I like how it turns cold and dark. It makes you want to snuggle more in your bed. I like how the lightning strikes from a distant. Its deep rumbles comfort me and the light it gives is just so beautiful. I like how any mellow music goes with the whole thing just before it rains. It turns the whole song into another level. I like how quiet the whole area goes. It gives you peace and it makes you relax after a long tiring day.
Then the rain will come. Slowly, like it’s unsure if it’s okay just to pour it all out... I like rains. Sometimes it makes me wish for the storm to never end. Its like my whole entire being, baring its soul to the world, the way I couldn’t do it.
Oct 1, 2018
Oct 1, 2018 at 6:20 AM UTC
playing with words
is so much better than
playing with feelings
be a poet
instead of
a heartbreaker
makes you cooler
or stay
looking like a
*******
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 2:19 AM UTC
Lately
I don’t feel close
to poetry.
It feels elusive.
Unfamiliar.
Once it spoke to me.
But now it’s mute.
It sits back
and doesn’t look
at me.
If I call out
it doesn’t hear.
Lately poetry is
like that demon
I used to want
to reappear.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
It was something small. In an effort to persuade me you said:
“I barely ever ask you for anything!”
Later you revealed that you felt bad, and that you didn’t mean it threateningly.
I chose my words carefully in my reply.
“I know you didn’t mean it that way.”
Because you didn’t. You never do. But it happens anyways. You are unaware of it, I think.
You’re unaware of how much you ask of me everyday.
Just by being you. Just by being us.
In every stinging word, you ask of me to ignore the hurt, because that’s easier than changing.
In asking me to bear the weight of who you are, and what you plan to do with yourself.
By asking me to be someone I’m not, to be someone that fits you.
“I barely ever ask you for anything.”
Not intentionally, lover, but in my life I’ve never felt so obligated.
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
I am not subtle
with what my words seem to hide
my face shows confidently,
see I wear my emotions on both inside and out.
feeling 10 times stronger than they should
with no hesitance shown
my words will never match with my face
because I am not subtle
although I try
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC
i've been having a difficult time
deciphering fact from fiction and fiction from
dreams i had when i was a child,
the percolation of the cells
in my chest grow heavy, enormous,
even,
pushing into my throat these
cries for anything
but drowning, anything but
tornadoes all alone,
but awkward kisses and tear-stained
celestial sheets of cotton.
where is my passion? have they taken it all?
was all that blood i've shed a lie?
do i want to end up dead?
i thought intellectual stimulants
and forced photographs in front
of that fountain, again,
could be enough to elevate my senses
back to reality, but i have only
learned how to decorate the darkness,
to numb the throbbing thoughts,
to stuff full the leaking veins of
love and lust and lost breaths,
enough to get out of bed
and into his or his or his
because i remember this place
from a dream i had as a child
and it hurts, i hurt, you hurt,
i smile and ask for more
Sep 20, 2018
Sep 20, 2018 at 12:39 AM UTC