How many times can you rip my heart out before I can die?
Why do you insist on finding out?
Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 12:30 AM UTC
in the night
I feel the overwhelming pain
the pain that I had once hid from light
resurface to haut me yet again
IN the night
I feel alone, tired, helpless
but i know it'll just pass over once again
IN THE night
I may find a little light
my savior from all this grief
thinking maybe one day
I won't be engulfed by the darkness
but until that night comes
i’m still trapped
IN THE NIGHT
Apr 21, 2018
Apr 21, 2018 at 11:02 PM UTC
When I say I’m a hopeless dreamer,
I mean when I think of traveling the world,
I think of the 35 cents
Sitting on my counter:
I can travel to the couch and back.
When I say I’m a hopeless romantic,
I mean when I think of you and I,
I think of finding a *** of gold
At the end of a rainbow:
Not going to happen.
See, I’ve got dreams,
I think of romance.
But I’m also quite aware of reality,
And I’m aware of things that just aren’t possible.
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
sweet & sour
bright & dull
no matter what you do
or where you go
you'll always have a memory or two
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 6:20 PM UTC
november rain
brings so much pain
now that you're gone
the birds will sing a song
as you're welcomed to the light
we'll weep into the night
although it'll be sappy
all that matters is that you're happy
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:58 PM UTC
Mentally selfish.
Emotionally broken.
Physically scared.
The devils token.
Slaughter of happiness.
****** of hearts.
Strictly demented.
Your torn apart.
Pain as satisfaction.
Madness is all’s strength.
A want to give up.
But you’ve left it to faith.
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
I told myself I would never do it
I promised to be good
They don’t care what I cannot do
Or what I should
They won’t notice
It will all be okay
Sometimes I wonder if I should even stay
There’s a little hope I’m hanging onto
But do they really care?
It’s not my fault that I’m here
But life isn’t fair
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 8:51 PM UTC
out of all the stars in the sky
i still search for the twinkle in your eye
knowing good and well i'll never find it
yet i keep searching through the void
but maybe one day
if i look hard enough
i just might see the stars in your sky
Oct 31, 2017
Oct 31, 2017 at 11:05 PM UTC
you were
clumsy & dainty
vibrant & caring
just like a yellow dandelion
dancing in the wind
without a care in the world
until one day
you began to turn grey
& everything started to change
you were now
careful & rustic
dull & negligent
you acted like a burden
no longer cheerful
& dissatisfied with everything
what happened to that yellow dandelion
i once knew?
Oct 29, 2017
Oct 29, 2017 at 5:59 PM UTC
We are all moths
seeking the moon
but finding streetlights
instead.
***
-JBClaywell
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 6:33 PM UTC