So this guy is dying
in a recovery bed
Out of surgery
obviously not successful
because he is dying
and his wife is watching
her husband,
brain dead
dying and there is a montage of his moments with his wife
their life together telling
his wife
he loves her
forever.....
but together
And this montage,
its of the life they lived.
I am crying to it, so hard
I'm not super attached to the characters
It's just sad.
really sad.
but the music choice, its a remix
the slow remix ones, they get me
and me not knowing where we are,
I love you.
where are we.
And you don't love me back the way I need you too.
where are we
really?
You and I could be something
really real.
So real
I want to spend my life with you
It scares me that I can know this
20 years old
And I know for 20 more
Or 50
That I could wake up beside you and be content with my decision.
I think we could be really real.
Why are you scared of something that feels good
And right
And real
I am too
but I ignored it
And this is where it got me.
crying about you
while I watch Grey's Anatomy
but think about us, really?
Jul 29, 2016
Jul 29, 2016 at 2:09 AM UTC
Crying Night
You said mean
nasty
horrible
teasing
things
you didn’t think
about what you said
to me
I turned my back
and we sat in silence.
The glow of our phones lighting up our faces
mine, sad
yours, oblivious
mine, a way out of our plans tomorrow
yours, Facebook scrolling
then,
the last straw
the tip of the iceberg
it wasn’t the things he said that night
it was everything
it was me feeling like I wasn’t good enough
our hearts filled not equally
mine, full, overflowing, even
yours, unsure,
you turned to me and tried to make me giggle
react
laugh
at a post
I shoved you
and the flood gates opened
first quietly
then raging
heavy, breathe taking sobs
crying crying
then you realized
this wasn’t a joke
you held me tight
and I told you why
All of it, and you laid and listened
silence
shhhhhh you said.
shhhhhh you’re okay.
shhhh
No,
No I’m not
this isn’t okay.
why am I not enough
the way I feel is too much
I shouldn’t have to hold it all back
You’ve turned me into an insomniac
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:59 AM UTC
don't be confused
I was just your muse
and you can't take me that way
because I know
that's not the way to play
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Tricky and sticky
hard to get out of
but easy to get ****** in
how do I tell the difference
are you love?
you are empty promises
you are the relationship with no labels
you are the late night getaways
the text messages I hide away
you are the heartbreak
you are what makes my knees shake
you make me tuck my morals away
as I dance among your lips
I feel the grip on my hip
my wrist held down tight
I blossom into the queen
of the night
Can't you see my body tremble?
Finding pleasure there
Finding love there
And my body
My heart remembers..
As I wait thirsty
Hungry for the next time
hungry for you
This is not love,
this is not what its like
this is not what I longed for every night
it's a trick but it feels right
It's a trick, right?
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 6:07 AM UTC
Slowly moving far far away, away form here
to run to the air to leave the strangest kind Summer
The weight of your problems tapping, sinking into you
the sweet air is leaving fast
I'd fly away if you saw me here
somebody, the one not paying attention
is bothering you
because they are missing it all
Apr 13, 2016
Apr 13, 2016 at 5:44 AM UTC
I beg of you
A poem for the seniors.
I beg of you, do not go to college.
You've heard it all wrong,
about the future, I mean.
I heard what they told me,
I remember it clealy...
If I want to be happy, if I want a job, if I want to make a living for myself...
I need to apply
I need to make the deadline
I need the best SAT
Take it once, twice?
Okay maybe three.
get good grades
student council
sports
be
everything.
You heard it all wrong.
Have you been out of the state,
the country?
Neither had I.
Just leave
find a program,
volunteer,
work abroad,
see whats outs there.
You are so young,
college makes you sit
it makes you stay
it makes you spend your life away
inside,
in debt,
in class,
inside your head.
You wont be leaving
and if you try
your debt will choke you
you can't leave that behind.
So I beg of you,
get out while you can
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 5:01 AM UTC
We are the runners.
the ones you can't stop
the seekers
we run and search and pray
Looking and struggling for something
that is right in front of our gaze
We want more of you God
we've been asking for days
Then God said "enough"
and he accepted our challenge
and that's how we ended upon this island
Now we run, but stay in the same place
right in God´s hands inside the base
the love we find here
is blessed to us with grace
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC
God is there.
You may believe it is superstition.
but when someone drops a penny
and the lands heads up
God is promising he will take care of the person
who finds it.
when your lotto ticket gets randomly picked...
God knows that you need this just for kicks.
Your fortunes have some truth but that can get mixed up quickly.
God made the moon he made the sky
He created it for you and I
and when you read your horoscope
it for sure has some truth.
When you get all your classes with that one boy
, don't take it lightly and soak up the joy.
coincidence is not but God the father has planned it with thought.
but satan puts a black cat in your path to show you the dark shadow that he casts. When you get a paycheck of 666 dollars he wants you to shutter. He gives you the angst when you scream at your mother. Satan puts you to the path under a ladder. takes the opportunity to trip you up. he can take a step away and make you fall. the fallen angels got it all. he has the tricks he has the fix.he has the drugs he sends the thugs. he wants you broken. beat. and bruised he is rooting for you to lose. the evil one will real you in. why do you think fruit tastes so good!? to remind you of your sins, and Adam and eves big mistake. to you remind you that you could have had Eden but instead you chosen to fall away. this world is broken abroad it is failing. God knows your pain and He is the real fix. he has the tricks but doesn't use it up like this. he let's you struggle and some to your knees, he wants to see you beg and plead. he wants you to call out for him and pray and pray till your voice is strained.
so God is coincidence
God is ironic
God is French and the A you got on it.
God is love
and God is pain
the life you are living is just a game. you are his pieces and he is the player. Satan is the toddler who turnsyour board over. you are the puppet, he is the puppeteer and Satan holds scissor so shiny and clear. He is the ocean and you are the fish, Satan is the net who kills you to feed.
don't fall into temptation and stay away from evil. Go's forgives but he never forgets so don't use his love as an excuse you use over and over again. Every time you turn away , every time you bite the fruit..every time you wish to hurt...you take one step away from God and you're making it a little harder for judgment day.
A relationship grows like flowers, you must water it nurture it and spend time making it better...if you leave it for a week....it will die forever. but here is the news
about go's your Savior. he will not leave and the love will not die but while you are sinning he is crying nearby. so don't break his heart and be sure to guard yours it can be broken and bruised like troops in the war.
so remember this poem or a little piece of it when you pick up a penny and you see Lincoln's head on it.
Aug 25, 2014
Aug 25, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
I don't even remember what you smelled like
or how you walked
Now you're gone
in heaven
loving me like hell
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:48 AM UTC