“I’ve been all drained of inspiration,
There is no stimulation;
My love is beginning to fail,
My muse is bleeding so much poetry,
But I can’t cup my hands and hold
Onto the musings to slowly feed upon it.
I want to tear my eyes out
For feeling so dissatisfied and blaming
Myself, you and then myself,
After all this time.
I DON’T LOVE HIM, I DON’T LOVE HIM!
My brain screams as he arrives
And plays all the songs I have ever loved
But then he gives me a sweet smile,
And my heart settles and gently,
Whispers over all the indecision,
Silly girl, of course you love him but
You just really hate yourself for it.”
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 3:44 AM UTC
“Ego will be the death of us all.
The unending fear that
We may appear too earnest;
That we’re putting ourselves
Out there, a tad too much;
And that maybe, our enthusiasm
Might repulse them.
But I suppose it’s all alright
Until the music stops.
Because I fell in love
With those little things;
And now I am falling out,
Scarily enough, for the same reason.”
Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
I never knew it could be like this
And you may think this is just another love poem
It's about the journey of two
Of fate, destiny, or chance
They found each other
All three most likely played a part
In the meeting of these two souls
Finding happiness once again and together
A second chance
A new start
I never knew it could be like this
Everything seems more vivid
The shining sun more beautiful
Not only are great things possible
But they happen
Sometimes when you least expect it
As I wandered aimlessly
Under the cover of clouds
You were the ray of light
That shown upon me
You gave me direction again
I had been searching for so long
Not even knowing what I was looking for
Now that we've found each other
My search is over
I never knew it could be like this
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
A strike in the wrong direction,
A shot into the hard part and
It’s tip broke off.
Everyone laughed with mirth as
The arrow was thrown away
Without a second thought.
The arrow, it waited patiently,
It’s heart breaking quite indistinctly.
It had once belonged to the gods.
Created by Zeus in affection,
For the young and divine Artemis.
He thought of ol’ Robin Hood
And his merry men running
Through the green thickets;
Fighting the poor and aiding the poor.
He thought of every Prince who had
Ever aimed and hit the eye, him as the witness.
But, now he lay under a tree
Crying silently,broken and useless,
But then she came along and picked him up
Played for a while, making him a wand.
She fell in love with the minimalism and
Inspiration led her to dedicate a rhythm
For the beautiful broken arrow.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
You wake up each morning feeling like you don't fit in
you believe no one really understands you
half of you is missing from the world
people find you weird and strange
you find them boring.
You're not alone
You don't have many friends
you never go to parties
a psychiatrist would probably lock you away
you feel lonely surrounded by billions
you feel you will die with no one in your life
You're not alone
It doesn't matter what others think
it doesn't matter if no one gets you
because my friend
you're not alone
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
You only need your heart broken once
To be able to create a lifetime of poetry
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 4:32 AM UTC
Your door in my face,
Shuts so hard,and my heart breaks.
But I still stand there.
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 11:56 PM UTC
When I met you
You took my breath away
In retrospect
I should have just walked away
And started breathing again
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 1:39 PM UTC