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
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
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 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
I like a good poem.
Even if I don't understand it.
The way the words swim through your head and are mute in your ears.
The way different
letters
and
shapes
make each poem feel different.
I like the way its contents…groups of words, come together to make an emotion.
The way one phrase can effect you in such ways.
Draw tears to your eyes or curve your lips to a smile.
I love the transitions.
To sense the feelings adapt.
To notice the lack of rules.
To enjoy the precious freedoms given to an infinity of words, to your own delight; and the determination it brings to understand.
I love the way a good poem can make me accept the similarities of the human mindset.
How I have to think.
Focus on the invisible feelings that linger inside of me.
I love how a great poem can motivate me.
Trigger me.
Rev my engine and drive me to feel.
Force me to write with staggering amounts of character I didn't know existed.
I love a great poem.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 11:43 PM UTC
The world is a place of unreliability. There is no promise. There are no things to be assured. We can spew words and make them happen; but we can never be certain they will occur until executed. There are people that value themselves more than they value others; although there are people that have the capability to value others over themselves.
We all walk around like we know everything. Like we know God. Like we know death. Like we know love…but we don't know anything. Our feeble minds aren't willing to tell us that. They let us think narcissistic, egocentric and arrogant thoughts; while dismissing the ignorance of it all. All of us aspire highly. Dreaming for success. Hoping one day we can get there.
Then what?
Everyone will forget.
Everyone will be gone, along with the memory of you.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 2:15 AM UTC
I am always happy. I live a good life. My friends are always caring for me. I am so fortunate and full of gratitude. I appreciate everything I own and everything I have the opportunity to participate in.
I am happy.
why am I second choice
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
Never let your guard down or show weakness.
Having authority
is not having trust.
Put faith in no one,
act as though you are the only warrior.
After all;
you're the only one that understands.
And now you're the only one that can ***** yourself over.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:35 AM UTC
each
thought
brings
a new
tear.
to yet again,
silently stain my face
and leave behind nothing
but more thoughts.
No proof
No evidence
No one will know.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC