My Olive
In the quiet recesses of my soul, you reside,
A fragile echo of what could have been.
Though unseen, your presence is felt,
A silent bond that transcends words.
No language can express the depth of my love,
For you, my Olive, forever cherished.
Mar 17, 2024
Mar 17, 2024 at 8:37 PM UTC
How can it feel numb and hurt so much.
How can it be nothing, yet break to touch.
When it stands up in early light like a flower
Yet crumbles like a dandelion, with such little power.
Is it weakness. It's not strength.
Well what can you do. At this length.
Write ****** poems and hope to be heard.
Does it matter. Who actually reads a god **** word.
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 9:36 PM UTC
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Daffodils are yellow.
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 9:00 PM UTC
What?
Right. I don't give a ****
Why don't you just die.
Toolbox ******
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 4:53 PM UTC
My Olive
My little broken flower
I'm sorry I didn't know
I destroyed every hour
I allowed you to whither inside
You are still alive
If only in my mind
I love you. Without meeting you. I love where you grew.
Oct 3, 2016
Oct 3, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
Look at a flame. How it dances. How it makes everything feel right.
Look at a bulb. How it buzzes. Judges. Reminds you it is no longer light.
Look at the face. That just is. Just that face. Just that might.
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
You look around
Is it suffocating or enlightening
Are you swimming or drowning
Are you free or engaged
own yorself or be enslaved
Who really gives a sshit but you
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Cry or laugh
Laugh or cry
What the **** are you looking at either way
*******
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
I changed.
I told everyrone I ******* changed
It's still there
Sep 29, 2016
Sep 29, 2016 at 6:18 AM UTC