Maybe I do like the way you look in that shirt,
Maybe I do like when you talk to me,
Maybe I had terribly misjudged you,
Because maybe now I'm seeing things I hadn't seen.
Okay, so…
Maybe I do wish I could feel you again,
Maybe I still steal glances at you,
Maybe this is wrong of me,
But maybe you want me too.
Okay, so…
Maybe seeing your name gets me excited,
Maybe when you smile, I smile too…
Maybe there is still a possibility,
And now just maybe, I still really want you.
Oct 22, 2014
Oct 22, 2014 at 12:24 AM UTC
I awoke
at the crack
of dawn
to a blood red sun
-a bullet hole
in a faded work shirt
with a creak in my bones
a quick kiss and a groan
I thanked her
and slipped out
the back door
before her old man
came home.
r ~ 8/30/14
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
Do you miss me?
Do you miss my voice?
Do you miss my words?
Do you wish I'd made a different choice?
I want you to miss me;
but I don't miss you.
I want you to miss me,
and I want you to suffer it through.
I want to know if you had me for decoration or actual admiration.
I want to see you stare when I walk.
The regret in your eyes for me to see.
I want to see you plead for me back.
I want to see you miss me.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 6:03 PM UTC
How do you define something that always escapes us,
Something which we sense only by virtue of its anticipation?
Curiosity (at times),
Turns out to be nothing but a tale
Waiting to be deciphered and interpreted
In a new way each time
For without the other, neither could exist.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
The crisp cool air,
leaves of orange and red,
almost as beautiful as the blood of the dead.
Lips pale cherry,
dry as a bone.
Body kissed by death,
under a new graveyard stone.
Like a sheath of darkness,
another person dies.
leaving their story behind closed eyes.
Quiet lay the lies,
quiet lay the good,
quiet keeps them all hidden;
even the misunderstood.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
I wish for a world free of hate,
where no one gets looked past.
I wish for not a fixed world,
but a solved world;
where my kids can learn equality above all prejudices.
I wish for the general knowledge,
to know that you'll need a big heart
to match your voice.
I wish to finally give liberty and justice for all.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 12:33 AM UTC
*The August Moon saw the rise of a phoenix from the ashes,
In the huts of poverty was she born,
An arrow of peace,
The changing touch of a stranger
She, the one with an old soul
She, the one with joy
She, the one with a vibrant smile
She, the one with a heart of gold
She, the one with selfless love
Born and bred with the tenacity of a lioness, courage did she ooze with her every day stride
A delicate orchid, with the raw beauty of a black rose
A gift amongst the blessed
She, a pillar of strength
She, a beacon of hope
She, a wild heart
She, a rebellious soul
She, a free spirit
She, a phenomenal woman
Floundered the earth for her offspring did she,
Gave wholeheartedly,
Loved wholeheartedly,
Lived fully did she.
Still now, she molds from her final resting place a queen and king
She, my mother.*
**Happy Birthday Mom!!!
12/08/1974--12/11/2008
Rest In Peace**
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 3:36 PM UTC
And soon I'll forget the color of your eyes
and you'll forget mine.
Isn't it funny
How we become so attached to people
Only to detach months if not years later?
Isn't it funny
How the ones we let our guard down for,
Are the ones that make us build our walls higher then before?
Isn't it funny
How we fall in love
And either remain lovers
Or become
Permanent
strangers.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
The voice of doubt is one much stronger than the voice of reason.
I had not doubted you.
I used my reason as an excuse not to doubt you.
But then your patterns grew gravely familiar.
I could predict your interest, to a point where I was no longer an attraction but a possession.
Merely a requirement to you.
I was nothing more than a scrap.
Something you cared for once, then got weary of when introduced to something beyond you.
Sick of your own effortless routine that I had become a part of.
The part in which I had played the leading role.
I frequented your conceited yet altruistic mind.
Invited you to join mine; so we could aspire together.
You only did as you wished.
Failed to recognize my absents when my side of us went still.
You unsucessfully took note to my dire craving for your attention.
Yet you managed to achieve the stability
of your own well rounded needs.
I now doubt you under the influence of reason.
Your lack of heed gave me no incentive to pursue your mindless regime.
I doubt you know what you have.
What you had.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
One pill was too little,
Two was just enough.
Three was to push the limit.
Four was to prove it wasn't a bluff.
Five was to be thin.
Six was for my ribs to be a cage
and my heart be the bird.
Seven was to purge myself from within.
Eight was for my hipbones to stick out like knives.
Nine was to ensure that I might not wake up alive.
Aug 19, 2014
Aug 19, 2014 at 6:40 AM UTC