My life was black and white
A colorless canvas that stood barren
Color was never essential
It was never a necessity of mine.
Yet somehow in my own dull perception
A dot had formed right in the center
A bright dot to say the least...
A peculiar thing I had never seen before
It grew slowly, little by little
A storm of color emerged with each inch
Brown, Yellow, Blue, Purple...
So many different colors
My canvas was no longer colorless
In fact it was the complete opposite.
It was not plain and it was not normal
It was now a work of art.
People gawked at its odd style
Praised it for its unusual strokes
A bizarre spectacle to most
And a quite unexpected transformation for me...
"Who painted this strange piece?"
Before I knew it people were staring at me.
Puzzling eyes that clapped in my direction
"Congratulations on your success"
Words that made me realize I was the painter
I was the one holding the brush
The ****** who painted my own path
The one who put color into my life
"Sign the painting" They all cheered
But now that I know I'm the painter
My work of art is not finished yet
I have unfinished business in my life
I cannot quit now.
Knowing that I still haven't found the right colors
The right mix of red, green or blue to solve my problems
I cannot call this a masterpiece...
My life is still a canvas
But it's not colorless anymore...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:56 AM UTC
One day in Spring I'll be able to see you
Feel the wind blow through my hair
Feel the fresh flowers under my hand
Feel the love I have been missing for so long
One day in Autumn I'll be able to hold you
Feel the leaves fall on my head
Feel the cool breeze tickle my fingers
Feel the warmth of someone special in my arms
One day in Winter I'll be able to be with you
Feel the coldness of the air hit my cheeks
Feel the numbing sensation of snow in my palms
Feel the heat of lust and love together as one
One day in Summer I'll have to say goodbye
Feel the tears slide down my face
Feel the tension in my balled fists
Feel the pain of distance and farewell
One day
If I only had one more day...
I wouldn't feel my heart breaking
I wouldn't feel my heart bleeding
I wouldn't feel my life crumble away
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 3:11 AM UTC
My poems are my life
They make up everything I am
They are what make me human
For my heart beats in every one
My heart has bled many times
And it continues with each word
Each line that is written
Is a new scar within my heart
Every phrase I create
Is another crack upon the surface
But every poem I complete
Is a wound that has been healed
My heart will never give up
My heart will stay beating
It will continue to bleed
and I will keep writing.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow
A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day
A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning
Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
I never meant to push you away
I just needed to do something that no else could do for me
And that was getting over you
As much as it hurt me to ignore you
To tell you I was too busy to talk
Just know I've always been in love with you
My heart broke every time I told you goodbye
And then turned to dust with every single chance I never took
Every moment that was wasted trying not to speak to you
I could never be just friends with you
And now you've made it clear
That I never will...
I'm sorry
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:12 AM UTC
I never tried to face my fears
I end up bursting into tears
I just want to be in the swim
Even though I am not that slim
But this year I won't be the same
I would not be that so-called "lame"
I promise to use some prudence
When I boost my self-confidence
If you're too skinny or too fat
Please remember that you're perfect
A friend will give your back a pat
It's time to show yourself respect
Try to have a conversation
To Him who made you beautiful
In His eyes there's no exemption
He will make your life colorful
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:06 AM UTC
Be my poison and be my drugs
Give me lustful kisses and tighter hugs
Love me with pain and show me the pleasure
Bury me in lust like your hidden treasure
Caress my body and stroke my face
Pull my hair and let our bodies race
Moan your curses and scream your shame
Bite my skin in this lustful game
Give me more you're my addiction
I love the heat and I love the friction
Slap me here and scratch me there
Show me your eyes, your **** stare
Punish me I need to be taught by my master
Keep going! Don't stop! I want it to go faster!
I'm gonna burst! This deed is almost complete!
When we're done lets lather, rinse and repeat.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
When I first saw this mysterious guy
I thought my heart stopped
I tried to ignore it for a while
But I failed to
So I tried to let it stay that way
In fact, I almost forget to breathe
Every week, I get to have a chance
To take a look at him for a couple of minutes
Though a little bit from a far
And a chance to listen to him as well
Because he's actually a musician too
As he tried to press every key from that piano
I can feel that
It matches perfectly to the rhythm my heart beats
Then one time, our eyes met
I got no choice, but to quickly lose my gaze
But suddenly I cannot
So we stared quite for a while
But sad to say that’s just it
I meant like a painting where you only get a chance to appreciate such
As you look carefully through it
And funny to say, that’s simply how we did it
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 9:01 AM UTC
You told me three simple words.
The three words I've always wanted to hear...
I pictured us happy
I pictured us together...
Living our lives through thick and through thin
And then you'd say "I love you"
Those three simple words...
And then our life would begin...
It would begin together...
But instead we live a lie
Instead we live apart
Living our lives through regret and through sin
That's when you said those three simple words...
"I love you" those three simple words
It was when our life ended...
Because you said it to another...
Those three simple words...
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
When did you become more than just a friend?
I don't remember ever giving you permission to drive me crazy...
I never asked you to make me fall madly and helplessly in love with you.
I blame you, it's your fault!
Because of you I can't look you in the face without hurting.
I can't speak to you without losing control of what I might say.
You make me nervous, you drive me nuts.
I want to love you...
I want you to love me!
I want you to share what I feel. The pain, the passion and the lust.
But this is too much.
I have to forget you, I have to keep you away.
I'm sorry I hurt you, I'm sorry for what I said.
I'm sorry for the pain and the tears I made you cry.
I'm sorry for losing a friend, but in the end,
You will always be more than just a friend...
Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 8:12 AM UTC