You are hidden
in the back of my brain and repressed
in an attempt to be forgotten.
Only to be remembered
when triggered by a touch or voice.
You rise from the shadows,
making yourself known,
conquering all my other memories,
pushing everything aside.
You dominate my head,
I applaud you for your assertiveness,
always winning the battle,
King of my mind,
until you are lost
no more.
Mar 18, 2019
Mar 18, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
Time is the villain
It takes us all away,
and never lets us stay
still.
Pushed to move forward
With no reason why,
or asking if we wanted to try
again.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 12:08 AM UTC
Turn it back to a time
when you didn’t know what day it was
and still called me pretty.
Turn it back to a time
when we talked all night
and comforted each other.
Turn it back to a time
when I smiled
because of you.
Turn it back to a time
when I wrote long letters
to say I cared.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t send that out of anger
because I was left…
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t say
that I didn’t want to be friends anymore.
Turn it back to a time
when I could walk into a room
and wouldn’t tremble at the sight of you.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t have to get info
about you from someone else.
Turn it back to a time
when I still saw you
everyday.
Turn it back to a time
when I still talked to you
everyday.
Turn it back to a time
when we had some trust
in each other.
Turn it back to a time
when I didn’t have to write things
to temporarily forget you.
If only I could turn back time.
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how childish I was
to write about someone
I thought mattered.
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how was I proud of this work?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
how much has changed.
I read my past poems
and I think to myself
the person I wrote about before
has changed
into you.
I read my past poems
and think to myself
is that what’s going to happen to us?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
are you worth starting over?
I read my past poems
and think to myself
that this is all a waste of my time
but I do it for you anyway.
Apr 1, 2018
Apr 1, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
I would rather type your name
than write it.
Erasing it doesn't take make it disappear completely.
your name with the pencil that's only slightly faded,
pen or marker that's scratched
underneath it all,
your name still sticks.
Typing your name
I press delete and it's gone.
a tap of the backspace and it's gone.
If I had to be completely honest
typed or written
is your name
really gone?
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:34 PM UTC
drip,
drap,
drop.
Falling from the sky
and unwanted from their owner
the cloud.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Left wondering why they were released
and the cloud never telling them
why.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Screaming as they hit the ground,
scared to disappear from existence.
Pounding the new world around them
so people around them
hear their cry for help.
drip,
drap,
drop.
The clouds cry on
for they have lost
a part of themselves forever.
drip,
drap,
drop.
Only thing left
in the hollows of their hearts is
regret.
shame.
guilt.
drip,
drap,
drop.
regret.
shame.
guilt.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 8:07 PM UTC
Towers
surround me and
cover me
from the sun.
Never walked away
from these
buildings
to try to find the sun until
the realization
that they are blocking
the only light
of my life.
Later
seeing the mistakes
I have made
before.
Must be foolish
to not see
all of this.
How dreadful it was,
terrible
and shocking
to not have discovered
all of this
earlier.
Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 9:35 PM UTC
Here I go again
Trying to sleep
But you won’t leave me alone
Why can’t you ever leave me alone?
Why can’t I forget that sometimes you exist?
Please just vanish
and everything will be better.
But will everything be better
when you do vanish?
Is it better for you to just disappear?
I guess I will never know.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
I walk around outside
And I never thought that a season could lie.
Autumn has just begun
but why do I feel the warm summer sun?
I can't keep up with these different season lies
Staring ahead at the tree
Different colors grow on the leaves
It's so confusing
what is the season the trees are telling me?
I never thought a season could lie.
Oct 23, 2016
Oct 23, 2016 at 11:21 PM UTC