I can be vapid.
I can pretend...
I can accomplish.
This simple- amends.
I hate that I can’t trust you.
I no longer love you...
You broke my trusting heart.
And now I'm done with you
You are too self-absorbed to see
What you now are to me.
Barely tolerated
This CHARADE
Is even BORING
Why do I bother to make you happy?
When I --
no longer--
care.
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
I hate it
When you really want
To write something
Profound.
And all that comes out
Is garbage.
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
Tossed aside
Without even a
Sidelong glance
Trash
Well **** you
**** your demons
Breathe in
Breathe out
Goodbye.
Hello
beautiful tomorrow
And every
possible future
Mine
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:36 AM UTC
They say the language you cry in
Is the one you are born with
And though I concede
This is true
You aren't worth a tear in my tongue!
So je plue
Je plue
Je n'ai pluere pas pour toi
Je n'ai pluere pas pour toi
I won't cry for you now anynore
You aren't worth the tears
You said you were leaving,
I begged you to stay
I don't know why I
Said those words anymore
I already knew the truth in my heart
That it wasn't real because I'm not falling apart
Why did I even bother to try?!
You arent worth the tears in the language I cry
Why did I even bother to try?!
You aren't worth the tears in the language I cry
The language I cry
The language I cry
You aren't worth the tears
In the language I cry
Nov 28, 2014
Nov 28, 2014 at 11:26 AM UTC
Midnights sweet caress
Is nothing compared
To the shock
Of the morning hour
Startled awake by
Bad dreams
That
I can't quite
Remember
Filling me
With an
Uneasy dread
Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 5:07 AM UTC
Sometimes
Everything hits you
at once--
Like a train car
Full blast
No breaks
All at once you're sad
You're sick
You're alone
You're a mess
And you reach out
For help,
Only to find that when
They try to help you
They try to rob you
Of your pain
And sometimes
You just aren't done with
it just yet---
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Home is a funny word
Home is something I thought I never had
In middle school
In high school
I was tossed about
Adrift
My home was a suitcase
My parent's houses, hotels
I didn't live in one place enough
To form the close bonds
In order to have the kinds of relationships
That I needed to have.
I became self-destructive
By the time I got to college,
I wouldn't know a friend from an enemy
If they punched me in the chest
Threw me against a wall
Or held me down and hurt me
But then I found that I'd had friends all along
People who wanted me to be safe and happy
That I had been too destructive to notice
And as soon as I realized that,
New friends appeared
I cleansed my life of my enemies
and I began to find myself
In the sea of hate
So when I left my mother's house in September
I didn't think I would feel the loss
I had left the house before
But I didn't realize the difference it would make
To know I'd never come back.
And these city lights
Are beautiful
But they are not my home
My home is where my friends are
My home is somewhere between us and me
So if I get forgetful, text too little or if I text too much.
Know that I love you
And I'm just a little out of touch
With how friendships are supposed to be
And that I miss my home now more than anything
And I miss my family too
And though I may have been broken
I'm fixed now, good as new
And I hope you love me too.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
Where do you feel most at peace?
It’s a simple enough question,
But reality carried into another dimension
Trickling waterfalls and rivers down to the ground.
I used to think I loved the city
Was enamored
Enthralled
Engorged with my love of
Skyscrapers
Buildings so tall that I couldn’t see
The sun.
But as I’ve grown older
And finally emigrated to one of
My beloved urban centers
I soon discovered
My truth was
Slightly off center
Now I could tell you stories about buildings and culture
And man made designs so beautiful
It could break
Your heart
But the thing
That always
Caught me
In reality
Were the people
The animals
The trees
The patch of grass
Struggling
To survive.
So in the city I am
The city so big and bustling that I can’t even
Hear myself think
And I ask myself
Was the woods really that bad?
Because in the forest I’m alone,
But I’m alone here in the city
What’s worse?
Loneliness in actuality
Or loneliness in spirit
I HAVE A QUESTION
What do you look for when you travel?
Do you seek out
Shopping
Food
Parks
Buildings
Landmarks
History
A lover
Do you skip over the people
And starving children
Looking at you
With those big, big eyes?
What are we missing today?
What am I missing in
This concrete building
Staring at a wall
Because my window
Doesn’t have a skyline
The movies LIE
Now I can tell you stories
About city blocks
A lovers arms
And laughing at bars with friends
But nothing brings me back to center
Like the forest.
My favorite parts of when I traveled
Was when I found the woods
Go to Copenhagen, go to Paris and look.
You can find them,
They’re still there where
We left them
Just like
My soul.
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 8:00 PM UTC
The lilt of imagination
Turns quickly sour
Untoward, yet
Benign
My lapse into
Unconsciousness
Beckons the question...
A tapestry of truth
Against my wall of lies
But, if I breakdown
What will be left
But rubble?
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
I hate the summer air
The way it sticks to every hair
The sudden need
To shave my legs
Scrape myself ******
Surely instead
The air itself chokes
Me like water
Swimming in mosquitoes
Spiders and moths
When will this horror of summer
Ever stop?
I miss winter
It's bitter chill
The cold piercing me
Like no lover ever will
My breath condensing
In mid-air
The snowflakes falling
White winter wonderland
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 8:50 PM UTC