beneath tonight's magnificent
obsidian veil
i can finally see beyond all this constant cognitive dissonance
the way the sky bends around me
and only me
it's endlessness merges with time and emptiness like an inebriated driver changing lanes without looking
smooth as ****
but only to the one behind the wheel
and since there were no injuries
we'll say they flow together beautifully like you and i once did
only there were injuries
and we are not beautiful
not anymore
underneath the darkest, most far away place, and as strange as this will sound, i've never felt such comfort
i've finally found comfort
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
thank you for ******* me
in so many different ways.
my eyes are forever widened,
and my words cannot convey.
but one day i'll forgive you
for this "no vacancy" sign on my chest.
until then i'll just remain grateful,
my heart is no longer yours to ******
Aug 23, 2015
Aug 23, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
I used to whisper "I love you"
the moment I knew
you were sound asleep.
No sooner, no later.
That way when you didn't say it back
I at least had somewhat of a logical explanation as to why.
One night I grew anxious, and said it
a little too soon.
And on that night, you showed me how good you were at fake sleeping.
Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 7:33 PM UTC
Free
Time
Is
a -- like mine
Dreaded --
Thing --
for --
a --
Mind --
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
i remember aimlessly driving those barren city streets
in the deadest hours of the night
hoping to see you doing the same
i never saw you
and even if i did
i wouldn't have known what to do
it's been a year
and i still don't know what to do
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC
i feel like
the sun has set for me
but has risen for you
i used to sing
about everything
and i swear that
you still do
Jun 11, 2015
Jun 11, 2015 at 8:29 PM UTC
my thoughts are well endowed
equipped with maliciousness
and if i share them with you
it's like giving you the gun
so i'll just wither away in silence
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
you lay in bed
and transfix your eyes on any old thing
this is as easy as life gets
they find the ceiling fan
it isn't on, but it's doing just the same as you
this is good, right?
you ponder on things
that are so far gone
like the last time you hugged your brother
or the last time you wrote him a letter
and never sent it out
downward spiral
you become lost; cradled by longevity
but in an unsettling way
you think about how life is too drawn out
to do this everyday
this mindset is torture
atrocious clouds, unimpeded
they encompass your brain
and an unwelcome curious side
consumes you
i wonder what death is like?
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:44 PM UTC
much like everything else in life
i will not finish this poem
Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC