My long time friend, he has returned, laying pain, upon my heart. And on my chest, my head, my mind. He is back, this time worse, no one's here. Wish I wasn't.
This is my curse.
Ignore this, for it is not a poem. Just something to ease my mind.
Dec 31, 2015
Dec 31, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
Screaming in the dark, you pause and await response.
This is what we have become.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 3:03 AM UTC
I think it's time I up and leave. Packed my bags, collected pay. Time to push to a new day. A brand new place is all I seek. A different view is what I need. Find my self and start a new.
I'll sure miss you.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:48 PM UTC
Revisit the spots, the ones where we'd talk. Just you and me. Look over the hill, and see the city. Converse about our plans, and how'd they never change. As I sit here, I notice how they did. That optimism died in me, lived on in you. We drifted away, like past days, washed away. Really all I can say...
Is
I miss you dre.
Dec 23, 2015
Dec 23, 2015 at 10:39 PM UTC
Leave the world just for the night,
come with me,
let's go climb.
Through my window,
to the roof.
They say stars point out the truth.
Staring up, a clear night sky.
Leave the world below us behind.
For on this roof,
I can fly.
For on this roof
it's you and I.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:41 PM UTC
Spin on past, and knock me down. On the ground, is where ill bare my face. My true self without this mask. Walking past dying trees, snow falling gently on my face. Look at me then, and you shall see, there is really nothing more to me. A hollow shell, numb from his past, an empty vessel, who will just pass.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC
My poems are sad, yet they make me glad, they bring me joy. I mock you and your actions and it makes me content, with how you left. Broken down, in my weakest state you sent me the pictures, revealed your true face. Blame myself, but truly it's you, wish for the best for the pair of you.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Your constant search, are you not tired? Can't we just try. These little whisps of optimism will sure be my death, these little whisps of optimism, always come to an end. A screeching halt, a sudden turn. To the dark and for the worst.
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
The less you have
The more you get
The more you have
The less you get
Cycles of want
GREED
Never ending
NEED
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 4:08 AM UTC
Nothing I answer, as she sighs and looks away, but if i were to say what is really on my mind, you probably would not see me again.
It all comes at once, it never stops, my mind is like the station, my feelings the trains.
Rush hour is infinite
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 3:55 AM UTC