You know that feeling when
You stand up too quickly
And suddenly everything
Goes dark and just for a
Split second you feel like
You're floating in space-
the unknown.
Then a burst of color splashes
Across your eyes!
You're back on the ground.
And you struggle for a bit
To regain your bearings.
Then realize everything will be okay?
This is called a head rush.
In medical terms, it is
"a sudden drop in blood pressure
and coordination when a person
stands up too quickly."
Not too far off from what I felt
When I found out I loved you
And that you loved me too.
I lost my balance and
My life had been a constant
State of just everything going
Dark as I rushed into things
Without thought or constraint.
In school, in sports, in relationships...
Each attempt in the hopes of
Getting that splash of color
Yet I was left in the unknown-
The darkness.
Left behind...
Left wanting and wandering.
Then You--
you who had been
There all along,
you, whom I've Spoken to
a thousand times before,
Appear in front of my eyes,
Seemingly out of nowhere,
And like the true artist
That you are,
Start to paint my world
With color again.
Jul 28, 2019
Jul 28, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
Can I lean on you just for a second?
Just to get my bearings where they once were.
When they once meant more than just balance,
But ideals I once stood for.
Can I lean on you just for a second?
Just to get my bearings where they once were.
When they once meant,
Wrong turns were an adventure,
But directions were an option,
As long as we were together.
Can I lean on you for just a second?
I promise
Just once more...
Just to get my bearings where they once were.
When they meant...
I knew who I was.
When they meant...
I knew who you were.
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
my nem is truffles
and dis my nose
i sniff the feet,
i lik the toes
der be days
wen i get cold
i lift my leg
i cannot hold
And on the couch
Or on the rug
I do not care
I do not shrug
But when mom comes
And sees my ***
i can tell no lies...
i do
the "eyes"
Mar 22, 2019
Mar 22, 2019 at 1:56 AM UTC
When you can't sleep,
Late night thoughts creep up
And tug at your sheets
As wave upon wave of
Sleepless anxiety
Shifts your bones,
Crawls under your skin.
Like a nagging itch
You can't explain.
You ponder truth and meaning,
Fears and doubts.
Your brain is awake
But your mind is tired.
You feel nothing,
Yet everything bothers you.
And slowly...
Staring back at you
Are the decisions
You've yet to make.
But you close your eyes
And tell yourself,
"I'll let you be tomorrow's mistake."
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 11:34 AM UTC
Timing was a *****
...but so was I.
I held your hand
In shadows hope
Of one day feeling
More than my own
I kissed your lips
With wandering thoughts,
And bloodshot eyes.
I made you laugh
With words I've borrowed
from My past
But worst of all...
I told myself,
It wouldn't work
...when still,
What Lingers is,
maybe...
Maybe, This could last.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 10:50 AM UTC
For years I thought I knew how love would be.
I waited for it, anticipated it.
And even longed for it.
You see, I had this idea.
He was this, and he was that.
He liked this, and he liked that.
And I'd love him, and he'd love me.
And in the end, that's how it would be.
But I was wrong.
First of all, love was a she.
She was...
She liked...
Well, it didn't matter anymore did it?
Love was Love...
...and She was it.
Aug 20, 2017
Aug 20, 2017 at 2:25 PM UTC
That's the thing about drinking,
it makes you forget.
Forget mistakes,
regret,
pain,
sadness,
people you hate,
people,
people you love,
happiness,
comfort,
what matters,
...who matters.
And all that's left is the hangover.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
When I'm with you,
I'm thrown back into a world
Of randomness and imagination
Much like the world I knew as a child.
We drive through my favorite fast food restaurant and you order the exact same thing I've ordered a million times before yet it's not like anything I've ever tasted.
You've become my childhood best friend. I whisper secrets into your ear. You listen. Hold my hand and share secrets of your own. Mine seem like planets compared to your galaxies.
You shove a coloring book to my face and all I want to do is color within the lines to impress you. But you surprise me and show me how to color outside the lines.
You've thrown me back into a world I thought was long gone. Back to when I thought of only good things. To when Santa was real. To when ice cream was the only medicine. To when a rainy day meant home movies and no school.
To when all I could think of was waiting for someone like you to come into my life...
And now I'm thrown forward into now. Into the present. To when im with you. Beside you. Loving you. Thanking the stars for making the wait worth it.
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
The clock strikes once.
I'm asleep but I hear it still.
The first chime goes and it sounds like this
"I"
The clock strikes again
I hold on and listen... I don't know what to expect
"Love"
The last strike of the clock is familiar.
Almost like home...yet I long for it still.
"You"
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
Oh how the artists of each generation thrive on the long lonely hours of the night
How they lurk each and every corner of quiet and stillness
How they ponder waves of truth and meaning only found in the dark
Oh how they unknowingly move mountains in their sleep
How they build bridges and pathways only the brave walk upon
How they strike up their fists in chime with each strike of the clock
The clock chimes in
Six strikes ring
the light breaks in
The artists are rising
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC