both of us
must grow
and change
at our own
pace
i just hope
that we
will always
come back
to the same
place
together
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC
There's no one in the whole world;
Who's scared of me more than myself.
There's no one in the whole world;
Who's ashamed of me more than myself.
There's no one in the whole world;
Who hates me more than myself.
However,
There's no one in the whole world;
Who understands me more than myself,
There's no one in the whole world;
Who's proud of me more than myself.
There's no one in the whole world;
Who loves me more than myself.
With a million reason to hate yourself;
There’s another million reason to love yourself.
Jan 28, 2018
Jan 28, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC
When you touched me all I felt was fire
Skin against skin you were my only desire
Heat trapped under the sheets
All you brought me was peace
You were all I wanted to feel
As if I were starving waiting for my next meal
But then,
That all changed
Jan 27, 2018
Jan 27, 2018 at 6:10 PM UTC
let the poems
live in you.
let the words know you.
let them wear you
like a skin.
then
you will know them.
they will burst out from you
like flowers on the ground
and you will be the spring.
Jun 12, 2017
Jun 12, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
She has always had a suspicion
that the boy was on a secret mission
In addition
She had a presentiment because of their
heated arguments and how they could never nod in assent
And how he was never quiet
and just so defiant
The uncertainty she felt whenever he watched her as she persistently walked down the halls
Or when she sluggishly sat in class
and as he stared at her lovingly it
made her feel uneasy
When she turns to look at him disgusted
she sees just how flustered he look
All these suspicions it was like a six sense
but she could never suspect
or come to accept
the event of him loving her
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 7:29 PM UTC
Promise me
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
You’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 9:30 PM UTC
I saw you at the bus stop,
hair flowing with the wind.
sounding like a beautiful song,
a queen without her king.
I said Hello, & you said Hi,
I knew it was love at very first sight.
We just stared into each other's eyes,
& we didn't wanna ever say goodbye.
I fell for you when you laughed at my stupid jokes, this became more than just a little hope. I missed you when we didn't talk on the phone, I knew you were perfect, you had a beautiful soul.
But now you got me writing all these silly little poems,
& in thought of you just forever hoping,
that you miss me too the way that I do u,
because it seems the words "I love you" are no longer true.
Maybe I'll call you, Maybe I won't,
this can't be real, it's just a dream.
It's nothing but a fantasy, Love isn't that easy or what it seems.
What happened to everything I grew to love about you? Your voice used to make my heart drop.. Now I'm starting to regret ever saying hello to you that day at
the Bus stop..
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
When im bored.
I fall into thinking of you.
When i think of a song.
I start thinking of you.
When i talk to you.
I smile the entire time.
I talked to you for hours last night.
We talked of stupid stuff like ice cream and cotton candy.
I went to sleep with the biggest smile on my face.
Just thinking of you makes my heart beat fast.
You make me feel more alive.
You make me smile :)
You make me wake up and smile cause i see that drawing on my wall.
I'm going crazy over you.
And i love it :)
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
I'm in love with a girl who washes her hair in her bathroom sink every morning.
Truth be told,
She washes it in the kitchen,
But I wouldn't want anyone to get the wrong idea.
Let's backtrack for a minute.
You see she has a shower right behind her
But she hasn't used it since the day the water ran red.
She tells me she likes the way dirt looks under her fingernails,
The way people on the street wonder if she's lazy
Or just excavated a body.
But what's the difference right?
Either way you find yourself in a hole.
I wait for her in the kitchen every morning.
Hand her her coffee.
Watch her stare into the yard as she sips.
I mention the birds
and she sighs something about the night she had to chase away the neighbors cat.
How she wishes her father would stop feeding them.
But you see,
I've heard this story a hundred times.
And though the ending's always different,
Nothing really changes.
Her dad keeps feeding the birds,
And her uncle keeps dying.
Sometimes it's an accident,
sometimes it's a disease.
Either way he ends up in a hole
And her dad only comes home when the birds get hungry.
I picture her sitting cross legged on her grass,
Her eyes envying the way it always shines green,
And I get lost in thoughts of how I'd like to make her my emerald.
But you see she's always wanted to be a diamond,
And there's just not enough warmth in my soul,
Or pressure in my hips
To give her that.
You see she washes her hair in the kitchen sink everyday
Because her best friend killed himself when she was eleven
And let the blood run down the drain.
She dyes her hair the color of a crime scene,
But forgets the caution tape.
She says she hates the mirror in her bathroom and the way the lighting makes her look,
But I've never once seen her bother to open the window.
You see I never minded though
Because the longer she stayed in the dark,
The longer I got to pretend to be her sunshine.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 8:27 PM UTC
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.
If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.
If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:41 PM UTC