My soul is an old one
I feel it running through my veins
The remnants of a thousand years past
Each life is a different piece
That makes me who I am
My soul sings
Time after time
The age old melody
Same song
Different tune
And their harmonies
Creat the symphony
That is
Me
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:05 AM UTC
A piece of you
Reflecting back
The bitter words in your mouth
Too raw to speak
A poet is
Someone in pain
And someone in love
Someone who looks at the world
Through a kaleidoscope
Who takes a magnifying glass to each
And every
Word you say
And lets them imprint on their heart
A poet is
A star gazer
A dreamer
A chaser of
The improbable
But hopes anyway
A poet is
Tissue paper skin
A heart of glass
And a soul of titanium
A poet is
A sharp tongue
And a gentle kiss
She is a sob
He is a sigh
A poet is
The sun at midnight
Bright and
Burning
Hot
Alive
But cloaked in a darkness
They cannot shake
The brightest day
And the darkest night
A poet is
The human experience
A paradox
An oxymoron
So complicatedly
Simple
A poet is
A lover
Who refuses
To stop wearing their heart on their sleeve
No matter how much it bleeds
But rolls them up
So you can’t see
The blood stains
A poet
Is Poetry
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
All I have to offer you
Is a handful of broken glass
But know that
Every shard
Is inscribed with your name
I'm sorry, love,
If sometimes they cut you
I'm a bit rough around the edges
But if you hold me to light
Just right
I'll shine
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC
Potatoes
Mashed
Frenched
Fried
Baked
Sauted
Whipped
Tatered
Boiled
Hashed
Hasslebacked
Chipped
Roasted
Potatoes
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 2:55 PM UTC
They'll sew your lips shut in pretty little stitches
To keep your screams quiet,
Because beauty is nothing less than immeasurable pain.
I hear you'll be grateful though;
Your face will be lovely
And because of your tightly bound lips,
No one can smell the way your insides will rot.
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 7:27 AM UTC
would edgar realize
if annabelle lee's
smile fades away
Nov 13, 2014
Nov 13, 2014 at 7:26 AM UTC
"Are you from around here?"
You would have rolled your eyes at the city sky
Muttered something about Westernization
No stars in the sky
But baby, here they have the lights.
A man asked about you today
He said "and your lover?"
I told him you were long gone,
Feared the exposure of city lights
New York doesn't love me like you do
I said "my lover is a runaway fugitive"
Anything but the truth.
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:06 PM UTC
It comes in blankets
Grey blankets that cover the sky
And it churns in blue and black
Like purple bruises painting the sky
I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
So I’m stuck looking out window
Searching for any bit of sun I can see
Only stormy eyes show themselves though
And tears streak cheeks
And if I cry myself to sleep every night
That’s only for me and the stars to know
They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark
And I want to yell at them
Don’t tell a soul
But they ignore me
They tell me I’m sad
And I knew that already
But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC