You stroke my lower back
And I start to feel the familiar tingle
But there just seems to be this lack
I can’t reciprocate the touch
Frankly, cause in life
I have never experienced much
Even if this longing is tremendous
To do and to not do it
never stops to feel horrendous
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 3:48 PM UTC
Oh no it's that **** thing called New Years eve tomorrow. Years, days strange human ways.
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:58 AM UTC
You’re not a poet because you know those ‘fancy’ words
You’re a poet because every word you write comes straight from your heart
You’re not a poet because you feel alone
You’re a poet because pen and paper are your biggest companions
You’re not a poet because you understand emotions better
You’re a poet because you let them flow freely
You’re not a poet because people admire your work
You’re a poet because you write for your own contentment and not for people's consent
You are not a poet because you’ve failed in love
You’re a poet because you’ve been in love deeper than anyone else
You’re not a poet because you are strong
You’re a poet because you don’t hide your weaknesses
You’re not a poet because you can heal hearts
You’re a poet because you know what it means to be broken
©words of a withering soul
Jan 2, 2021
Jan 2, 2021 at 6:27 PM UTC
My footprints stretch
from here to the end of
the last beach.
But my tracks have smoothed away.
The sand is perpetually so.
But If the beaches have a memory
of all the passengers thereon
they could tell the history of the world.
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 1:25 PM UTC
Quickly
learn
to
swim
in
tears
so
you may
rescue
you may
save
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 8:34 AM UTC
I want the love for who I am
And ought
To be
Free of yours for me
Jan 1, 2021
Jan 1, 2021 at 8:32 AM UTC
about how often someone thinks of you?
That song?
That picture?
That smell?
And instantly you are back in someone’s mind
And even if it is just for a split second
There you are
and you captivate her thoughts
consume her time
Yet you’ll never know this has ever happened
In a mind far away
Locked up
this has been real
Unlucky though
that you’ll never know
Sep 27, 2020
Sep 27, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC
When I look in those eyes
I feel the depths of the the oceans
Overcoming me all at once
Casting a spell over me
Which not even in my dreams
I have the slightest chance to escape
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
So crystal clear, so razor sharp
Around them everything went dark
They pull me in so beguiling
I feel my inner pieces reconciling.
Aug 3, 2020
Aug 3, 2020 at 3:45 PM UTC