there is an earthquake
in my soul,
my heart falls to pieces-
to blackened dust
on your floor.
I'm sorry I've made such a
mess
out of my flesh and bones.
I know what I am
a ghost among living beings.
I ache and I beg but have
no tears left to spill.
I said nothing as you swept me out your door.
What's left of me belongs to the wind.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
I can't
decide
Whether you corrupt me
with sadness
Or
conceive and consume me
with the only happiness
I have ever known
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 12:00 PM UTC
and always know
that for you
I will remain,
eternally
and
infinitely,
in this place.
Nov 28, 2013
Nov 28, 2013 at 8:51 PM UTC
your heart is very dear,
to me.
I keep it next
to mine.
its planted roots inside
my ribs.
And flowers down
my spine.
It's laced my bones
with poison,
And it's numbing all
my pain.
My heart is so infected it may never
love again.
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC
I don't ask for much
but for you to pull me back
when I near the edge
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
no one to talk to,
About nothing at all.
I can still feel you.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 1:19 AM UTC
He had nice eyes.
first thing I noticed about him.
and his teeth were straight.
pearly white.
probably a Jesus lover.
had a girl on his arm.
not much to her.
barely noticed her at all.
not much of a presence.
That's the type men want
nowadays.
plain.
simple.
christian family.
doesn't spend all her time smoking
*** and
writing poems.
I bet she's got a college degree.
I bet she's never said **** or ****
I bet she likes animals.
She's the kind of girl you can take home to your folks.
and he loves her for that.
a perfect match.
but I don't envy them.
I simply give them a tiny smile
when they look my way.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 3:21 PM UTC
I'm temporary;
Like an old pair of shoes,
you'll grow out of me
eventually.
Sep 21, 2013
Sep 21, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
I want to be dark and brooding like
Charles Bukowski
tortured
depressed
pragmatic
I want the cold hands of certainty
or rather, uncertainty
to grab me by the neck and
drag me into a poetic
comatose
I want to sell my soul
and lose my sanity.
Sep 20, 2013
Sep 20, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC