when we're healthy,
we forget we get ill
when we love,
we forget heartbreak
when we breathe,
we forget we choke
when we're alive,
we forget we die
please,
cherish every moment
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:48 PM UTC
Someone asked me to draw
Draw what heartbreak looks like
I finally got tired of drawing a broken heart
And I started drawing you
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
just because the star-
fish can grow its arms back does
not mean it didn't hurt.
__________________________________________
even though scars heal
and wounds fade it doesn't mean I
will forget the pain.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 4:44 PM UTC
your words,
they were soft,
so I believed in them,
I became engulfed by them.
your kindness brushed against my feet.
so I craved it,
this world you had created.
your heart seemed just a little torn,
it was quiet and unknown.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 4:17 AM UTC
Im found but im fogotten
Im lost and unremembered
Here i come
And there i go
My soul unrelenting
Where should i find hope
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
weightless we are,
fallen of birds,
breadths within soft palms;
our spiritless flesh,
once crowned,
monarchs over the heavens;
fed from the golden spoon,
bathed in pearled beds,
clothed by spoils of war,
and that, not our own;
in dust we reign,
like withering pedals,
the wind reaps our treasures;
"oh, how the mighty have fallen"
where then is our hope ;
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 5:23 AM UTC
through the sidewalks
they all gather round
only lurking
should I speak in publicity's turf
indeed my tongue would suffer its bravery
shoulder softly sways
crossing paths along another
a hats tilt their only response
one hand dangling before them
like serpents oh so welcoming
one hand posing behind them
withering with devotion to hypocrisy
they do not posses ears to listen
they do not desire eyes to see
so I write about them
with these soundless words
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:14 AM UTC
a leaf sways down the strings,
gently it is comforted,
a small pushy laugh it gives;
I picked up a little more,
this leaf, designed to convince me,
it was a performance so kind,
I'm not going home feeling empty;
sometimes it takes me,
not just the right side of course;
I'm sorry for writing this poem,
my only freedom of movement;
the truth about the last page is happiness,
I've been here since you
were in my pocket,
I have a thousand words of wisdom,
they'll probably just go with you;
spiraling down like cannons,
all the time I love you,
the start and end of musical instruments,
blasting away the street view of space;
as confused birds clothe the sky,
this leaf breaks down,
like confetti, my confidence falls;
still, gently it is comforted;
art of my life,
I'm at my place by the waters,
ripple through the truth,
bring it up to the street;
a little while more,
and we'll all be set free...
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
upon my mornings wake,
I presented myself before the mirror,
a ponderous though befell me;
" I was once a prettier flower "
so I summoned the councils,
ordered myself bathed,
in rich milk and fine honey,
as did those of old glorious days,
once again,
I presented myself to the mirror;
a ponderous thought befell me;
" I was once a healthier flower "
so I summoned the councils,
ordered them to make me well,
exotic formulations they did bring,
as did the science of nature; well-known,
the mirror presented itself before me,
a ponderous truth befell me;
" I was once a happier flower "
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 4:55 PM UTC
there are many
ways and plenty
of days through out time
in life;
I have walked about
lived through many droughts
only to see misery all around
me, its a mystery,
after all this suffering,
that conspicuous flower, it does indeed blossom,
I stand at the end of my road,
yet I dare say,
this is my beginning..
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:09 AM UTC