I am empty
I am nothing
I am no more than the millions of stories I have told myself
My outside is lovely
My insides are bare
There is no one home
My body is full of books and music and pretty things
My soul is a house
With walls papered
With stolen words
The plagiarism of geniuses
My life is a play
I am the star
Play-acting through scene after scene
Pretending
Pretending to be happy
Pretending to be clever
Pretending to be beautiful
Pretending to like boys
I execute the scene without flaw
There is no applause
No curtain calls
No bouquets of roses blushing too deeply
The scenes continue
The play is infinite
Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 11:11 PM UTC
These words are for you
They are the words you'll never know
Between these pages,
Whispers
The fated words I breathed
When I was certain you couldn't hear
Spattered ink
Preserved forever
To be devoured by one who wishes the words were theirs
You will read the pages
And think they are for another
You will never dream that
You could be the source
Of such wonder
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
You are my sea
Your voice and caresses
As tranquil as the waves
Soothing my weary soul
I crave you.
Desperately.
I long to explore
Where none have been.
To know you.
Oh, how treasured you are,
My pearl
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 8:33 AM UTC
May you never cease to thrill at the ordinary.
May the charms of spring never cease to awaken your soul.
May you never grow accustomed to your lover's smell,
that you do not inhale it so often
that it becomes merely oxygen.
Stay young forever.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC
How can I possibly
capture your likeness?
I cannot put on paper
the radiance of your eyes
the gentleness of your heart
the tenderness of your soul
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
We are stars, she and I
So intoxicated and bewildered am I
by her radiance
How distant she seems
How passionately she burns
with a fire dismissed by those from afar
So lucky am I to have known her dearly
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 1:05 AM UTC
Perhaps I am at last free from her net which so rapturously ensnares.
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 7:21 PM UTC
My soul is weary and
My mask has faded
Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
Too many times
I have been a
Soul of worthy
Intentions but
Faulty temper
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC