Don't tell me I'm pretty
Tell me that I'm passionate
That I have drive
Tell me that I make you laugh
That I know how to make your day better
Don't tell me I seem nice
Tell me that I'm kind and compassionate
Tell me that I'm not afraid to dream and to dream big
Don't tell me I'm perfect
Tell me the you love me despite my flaws
That you want to spend the rest of your life with me
Don't tell me I'm beautiful
Tell me that you'll be faithful and forever true
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC
Call a doctor/ plumber/ priest*
My heart is broken/ leaking/ deceased*
My life is worthless/ so much better/ over*
I'm going to kill myself/ tell your wife/ Dover*
How could you leave me/ not know/ lie?*
I hope you return my stuff/ come back/ die*
I'll never forget you/ forgive you/ go away*
I need closure/ a DNA test/ to tell you I'm gay*
Your face/ crotch/ top of your back*
Is so beautiful/ lumpy/ unusually slack*
Your ex/ mother/ best friend from school*
Always made me great coffee/ feel inadequate/ drool*
I will miss you/ **** you/ stalk you forever*
That way we can be friends/ get away with it/ be together*
I'm sorry you did this/ I did this /we failed*
I promise to pay you/ dye it back/ get you bailed
Please don't leave me/ show the Polaroids/ write or call*
(*delete as appropriate, just delete it all.....)
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
*Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise
They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole
But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell
Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared
Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again*
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I'm having writer's block
I feel like there is so much to say
but I cannot get it out
There is no way to put it
I would try to make something more interesting
But I can't think of it right now..
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 1:35 PM UTC
I'm a little
mEsSy
I wish I weren't
but I can't help it
CLEAN
isn't heard often
things shoved
u
n
d
e
r
and hidden just enough
to call it
done
but not clean enough
to call it
TIDY
I write in frag-
ments
whatever I say
seems to
B•R•E•A•K
or
f
a
l
l
my brain is always
S
C
A
T
T
E
R
E
D
but what do I know?
That's all im
used to
Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 12:40 PM UTC
They're laughing.
Smiling.
Being happy.
Happy Happy Happy.
It's hot in here.
Marshmallows being roasted near a fire.
Presents being put down.
Cards on trees.
It smells like family.
It smells like relations.
It smells like happiness.
It smells like living.
I can't touch them, I can't.
It hurts.
Every Christmas hurts.
The smell of eggnog fills the air.
They sit at the table and pray.
My mother weeps.
It's been three years.
She's not over it.
I want to cradle and hold her.
Tell her it's okay.
Tell her I'm alright.
But I'm not alright.
She can't see me.
Nobody can.
Not even myself.
It hurts.
Every Christmas I relive the same thing.
The flashing lights.
The horns.
The sirens.
The sound of my spine cracking in the all wrong places.
The sound of my mother crying in the ambulance.
The sound of my siblings arguing with doctors.
The sound of my life support being pulled.
It's alright, I'm here.
Christmas can continue.
Just hold me and tell me it's okay.
I need to talk.
Someone.
Anyone.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
We are absorbed
From one click of a button
To 5 hours of life
Reliving a cycle every day
Thinking it can’t get any better
The more followers
The better life
Only posting what you want
And not letting them see the other sides
Pictures only there for a moment
Then washed away never to be seen again
When moments could be spent better
Long lasting moments
With no worry of a time limit
Instead we are made robots
Dependant on 5 inches
Missing what life has to offer
Too afraid to leave them at home
Because you you may miss a notification
You never cared about anyway
Making life easier every generation
Thinking the only way to make friends
Is by chatting online
Getting a reply
But waiting 5 minutes
Because we are too afraid of seeming desperate
Walking right past someone
Who you could have shared your life with
But instead your head was faced to the floor
But of course
The floor is more important than a person
But this item smaller than your hands
Somehow gained a power to control us
Hooked us into this trap
That is too late to run away from
Forgetting the date and saying it didn’t remind me
Will be the only excuse
And family, friends, and people
Will no longer be an option
Soon we will all walk around with tubes in our ears
And goggles over our eyes
Seeing a virtual world that must be greater than what we were given
Meeting people but never seeing them
But it’s fine
Because we have all we need between 5 inches
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 1:36 PM UTC
2017- The year of laughs
Late night stories
Told under stars
Sand under toes
And fire in our eyes
2017- the year of deaths
Young friends
Taken too early
Afraid to speak
Failed attempts
Of a hopeless boy
And thankful prayers
2017- the year of heartbreak
What was thought to be love
Swept away by others
Who should have stepped back
A fresh start
With a new face
Only to be forgotten
2018- The year of new starts
New faith
New love
New holds
New mind
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 12:35 PM UTC
Laying there on the dewy ground
I could feel the droplets slowly soaking through the blankets
The smell of the night air and fresh grass filled the sky
Looking at the bright stars
Shining like little pieces of the sun
Surrounded by the small voices of friends
The feeling of comfort around me
Warm bodies touching my cold skin
Something bright strikes the sky like a bullet
Magic passes our eyes with beautiful wonder
Warmth fills my body
Knowing new wishes are being made
And a closer connection is made with the people you love
Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 11:09 AM UTC