I may be a bit high,
But I love you.
Even when I'm sober,
I'll still love you the same.
I wanted to kiss you under the sprinklers because it's the closest we get to rain
that will put my cigarette out if the sky starts crying
like I have been since you left me
to look at the stars by myself instead of holding your hand while I'm driving
and you're asleep while I look at your eyelids gently fluttering every time we pass a street lamp
that illuminates the most perfect face in the world
that is cold like your arms without a long sleeve shirt and that's why I wear sweaters in the summer
that I'd hope to spend with you
on adventures and maybe we can run through sprinklers again and this time pretend that it's rain pouring down our faces because my eyes look at you like you're the universe while yours look at me like I am a friend, I am a friend, who is in love with you, who now realizes that they are only just sprinklers,
because,
it,
doesn't rain here.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 2:32 AM UTC
can you write a six word story?
bad people have soul mates too
another story please. this is fun.
don't trust reality, it doesn't exist
love doesn't exist, just like reality
i don't exist, no one does
my heart aches because you're sad
don't, my sadness has become me
you're amazing! not made of sadness
perhaps in your eyes, not mine
why don't you let happiness in
i don't know, i never have
happiness is natural, this is not.
i see life as it is
look again. there's so much more.
i don't glorify what isn't there
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:22 PM UTC
Maybe one day I will show my wrists to you, and you will find out that my soul is not as beautiful as you thought it was. you will discover that the flowers you attempted to plant in my mind have withered, because the soil ran out of nutrients long before you became a gardener.
because I cannot move mountains and I am not able to swim oceans because I’m already drowning.
maybe one day I will show you my hips, and you will realize all of the kisses that I have pressed against your lips weren't just a sign of lust or affection towards the way your mouth can form words, but a sign of protection
I thought you could protect me
protect me from the monsters that live inside my mind the demons that haunt me from time to time and that time is every day and every night for the past four years of my life. and however many more days that remain on my mental calendar.
I've tried to write poetry that hits you from the inside out with rhymes that flow into your ears like a melody you've been needing to hear to get your life together. but rhyming is a cliché way of thinking and poetry can breathe just fine without it.
but all we are as humans is just masks.
masks with emotion, why aren't we all the same we all have a brain with the same sections and we all have a heart that beats at a relatively steady pace between us and we have lungs that are littered with smoke that you inhale from either cigarettes or cars, and it makes me wonder why no one ever walks anywhere anymore.
what if the ringing in your ear isn't just annoying, but a message in a pitch that you just can’t quite grasp just yet.
and maybe you can’t fall asleep at night because someone is too busy hoping that you won’t die in your sleep and they unknowingly have the power to keep your eyes staring at the ceiling because you yourself aren't quite sure if you’ll wake up either.
and perhaps writers block is a blessing in disguise because the moon knows that the best things come to those who wait. and those who work their ***** off to achieve their dreams.
Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 5:20 PM UTC
i used to fall in love with everyone,
until i fell in love with you.
now i can't even fall into like
with anyone who's brown eyes
can't project fairy tale fantasy's into my mind
and who's spine doesn't dent in,
like where the wings of a dark angel should be.
i can't if they don't have that voice,
that soothes my soul like aloe vera
and can smother me in peace
when our bodies our each others pillows.
because their fingers don't match
with the dents and curves of my knuckles
and their lips don't know the right places
to write love notes with saliva.
they don't know the right words
to slip into my drink of soft lips
to make me love them
while our tongues dance together in the dark.
because my heart has found its permanent happy place
and it lives in the left side of your ribs
right where yours was born.
Jul 3, 2013
Jul 3, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
because i know.
you're better than drunken weekdays,
and ******* lines on the bathroom counter,
because you can can flourish faster
than the marijuana plant in the corner.
but what is live fast
die young
if your summer nights aren't filled with dreams
because the alcohol clouds your vision.
you're worth more than one night stands
and that cigarette between your teeth
but satisfaction is an inadequate mask for need,
and desire just gets us into trouble.
Jun 19, 2013
Jun 19, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
I drew you a poem
with the dripping blood from my soul,
but the tears and the sadness
draped canvases before it was dried
and when it was released
from the sheets
there was a jumbled up mess
of confused phrases and letters
where the paint should have laid
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC
I refuse to be cliché
and say
that you light up my world
when I could say,
that you ignite the flame
that burns though my soul.
You're the one,
that makes me whole.
But now your absence
has formed dust storms from the ashes
and they swirl around in my chest
while the oxygen from my lungs
lights the embers back into a blaze.
a burn victim always has scars.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 12:36 PM UTC
In seven days
six hours
twenty three minutes
and 5
4
3
2
1 seconds
I will lose you.
I will lose you,
because you will be farther
than we already are.
and we will be more broken,
than we have previously been.
We will be distanced,
by time,
and days,
and hours and minutes and seconds.
And I will lose you.
I will lose you to a world,
of higher education,
wilder parties,
and heavier drinking.
I will lose you,
to sluttier girls,
and drunken weekends,
after a long 5 days of studying.
I will lose you,
to stressful days
and sleepless nights,
and 19 cent ramen noodle meals.
I have lost you.
Physically.
But mentally,
loss seems unreal
You will always be on my mind,
and in my memory.
But in six days
five hours
twenty two minutes
and 5
4
3
2
1 seconds,
I will no longer be in yours.
You will lose me.
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 9:42 PM UTC
**What's going on ?
All because I hoped that you'd be someone different**
and I know that I was right,
you just gotta try.
Fear will always make you blind
especially if it's to love
**But the answer is in clear view
It's amazing what you'll find face to face**
I realized you weren't wrong,
about this, but
it was a mere illusion
it could be changed to a different conclusion.
Because
**It really didn't make sense
Just to leave this unresolved
It's not hard to go the distance
when you finally get involved face to face
I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
I wish this dream comes true
I don't know what to do
About this dream and you
We'll make this dream come true
Why don't you play the game ?**
I know that,
It might not be the right time
and I know that,
**I might not be the right one.
But there's something about us.
There's something between us anyway.
We are human... after all,**
we do have
Much in common. After all
Because if you
Buy it, use it, break it,
you
fix it,
don't
Trash it,
you
**change it, mail - upgrade it,
Charge it, point it, zoom it, press it,
Snap it, work it, quick - erase it,
Write** about
it, cut it, paste it,
then you
save it,
We just have to
Work It Harder
in order to
Make It Better
so that we can
Do It Faster,
and I know that it will
Make Us stronger.
More Than Ever
even a few
Hours After
But am sad to say, that
Our Work Is Never Over
But believe me then I say that
**We've come too far
to give up who we are.
So let's raise the bar,
and our cups to the stars.**
Just
One more time
if we can get it,
We're gonna celebrate.
You know we're gonna do it right
this time around,
It might not be
Tonight
but
Hey!
I'm
**Just feelin'
It's been much too long,**
since I felt this last
**I feel it coming on
The feeling is in my bones**
We just have to
Work It Harder
in order to
Make It Better
so that we can
Do It Faster,
and I know that it will
Make Us stronger.
Now,
lets just try to
live it,
because its
the prime time of your life
Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
The words I needed to hear that day
and all the days after that,
were the words I never heard from you,
the words you never said.
But I told them to myself,
using your voice inside my head,
because I wanted to forgive
the fact that you let
someone else sleep in your bed.
Forgive and forget they say,
but both are easier said than done,
when the anxiety walks around all day,
posing a threat
with a metaphorical smoking gun,
with that gun pointed to your chest,
causing it to cave in and collapse.
But at least for now,
at least for a while,
the treat is gone,
and so is the anxiety
that has made its home in my lungs
and my chest can expand like a normal person,
and for now the pain won't worsen,
because that gun ran out of ammunition,
at least for a few days,
at least for a while.
I let myself fall back into the
trap,
because you came back,
right on cue,
and I repeat again,
the words that you never said,
using your voice inside my head,
"I'm sorry, I cheated on you."
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 1:48 PM UTC