Sadness swirls within me growing ever more tumultuous.
I cannot think, I cannot feel, I cannot love.
The only thing I can seem to do is hurt.
The past is the past is done. I cannot change my actions.
My hurt stems from every passing second without you.
Each second that could have been spent in your arms, in your eyes, in your heart.
The weight of what I’ve done, leechlike, drains me.
It was real. It is real to me. I will know no end to this pain.
To lose a diamond because I forgot to shine it.
To lose my heart because I forgot to feel it.
I am lost.
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 9:42 PM UTC
My number?
Yes.
Thousands of dollars
82 Miles
1 that got away
6 heartaches
3 heartbreaks
2 years strong
6 countries
Hundreds of tears
1 unsteady brain
2 unsteady hands
1 heart full of love
This is what has shaped me.
Call it when you're ready.
Oct 15, 2018
Oct 15, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
Known as "the lost", she is a part from the sea
Lost in body, not in heart and mind
For her soul flows as gracefully as the waves
And her heart calms the hearts of many
They are connected, thine maiden with the sea.
Their moods and airs change rapidly
As if the tumult of a concerto drives them both
The sweetness of silence to the blackness of fear
There is a single redeemer to the good and bad sea
The sun gives it warmth when it's calm
And parts the clouds when it is melancholy
It brings bliss to the sea in any circumstance
As am I to the girl, the sun is to the sea
A light in her darkness, a calming of her storms
I bid my warmth only for the tranquility of her face
And stay by her for the euphoria of her soul
This I pledge until the end of time
To warm the heart of another with love
As she made me the sun I am
For bringing her light and beauty into my life
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 3:56 PM UTC
Jeremy was an artist, the best of his day
He started as a boy, he liked to draw rather than play
He was famous back then, known all through the land
As the little boy from Norfolk, with the steadiest hand
Peculiar he was, for he never spoke a word
His parents told the public, "through his work he liked to be heard"
Those who watched him recall, his face was clear and gleaned
But his eyes shone dark with pain, suffering so it seemed
His art may shine bright, bring light to dark times
But it's not his true passion, rather his crux to draw lines
He has to do it anyway, from his family it keeps dread
Or rather because his parents, hold a gun against his head
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
A small child in a white headdress
Skips along a green, watery crest
To a tune only she and the sky knows
The further she ventures, the louder it grows
The creeks and trees wish for her company
Her eyes, to them, she tends to see
But her heart is strong and mind set true
To her destination, the forest passed through
As life is, every step unknown
We skip along to our very own song
Even when things seem inviting to stop
Our hearts and minds are set, they cannot.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 1:39 AM UTC
Where to be, am I?
Here? No.
There? Maybe.
Stuck in a lullaby.
Am I, to be where
I am? No.
You are? Maybe.
A never ending scare.
Are we, to be?
Friends? No.
Family? Maybe.
Everything you are to me.
In a far off distant place,
I see me with thee
Setting atop a hill
Edged with a single tree
We hold hands looking
Not into our eyes we glare
But off into the distance
At forever, we do stare.
It takes us from this earth
Together, I did infer
And yet I was in one hand
And you, in the other.
Jun 2, 2017
Jun 2, 2017 at 1:09 AM UTC
I feel, I create, I love.
Without bound, without guidance . . . without fear
For art for arts sake
Is majority the reason why I am still here
Prizes blind the talented
They run after a goal of riches and fame
While their beauty is lost
In a swirl of cameras, magazines, and pain
I don’t want that life
I want to give to the world forgiveness sake
The world gave me a gift
There is only waste to take and take and take
So to all who are listening
Don’t aim for a future in wealth and pride
Be proud of yourself
But only when you can put the glory aside.
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
Crunch! The leaves and twigs
Woosh! The fleeting blue jay
Between the words spoken by
The softly moving stream
Melancholy sonnets breathed out
By nature's beauty and light
Euphoria attires to euphoria
Whilst serenity to serenity
The woods breath, speak, live
Humans cannot compare
Yet nature is more at peace
Than anything we could imagine
Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC
I need to stop the voices
I need to stop the screaming
There are less choices
Than I can remember seeing
I can't feel my heart
I can't express my soul
Why am I apart
Of a life so sad and droll
I go into the day smiling
Hoping for a better day
The day comes back at me growling
Shoving me back in the fray
I want to make it stop
I want to know how
I need to make it stop
There's no more my life can allow .
Nov 21, 2016
Nov 21, 2016 at 1:37 PM UTC
The soft shore sits waiting
Braiding the water in lines of shady foam
The melancholy repetition of the waves
Representing my day to day
Each day, same as the last
The stress
The anxiety
The people who don't know
That just like a wave breaks
All my waves are breaking me
If there is any way
To get out of this cycle
Permanently
Maybe Ill take it
And just let the waves
Swallow me up
Heart and soul
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC