watch as they sleep
they rest
as their lungs and heart continue
confused
puzzled as to why
why we try to imitate
death
when it's not their turn
when they have infinity to accomplish it
when time is bounded by their mortality
keep moving
keep going until you crash
until your lungs and your heart are no longer confused
but they find purpose in assisting
your brain to dream things that
will propel your tomorrow
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
do you know how deep
how deep
deep
deep
this love was for me
do you know there's no sleep
no sleep
sleep
sleep
while you comfortably dream of me
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
my heart tore into pieces when she told me not to call her my first love
she assumed how could I love her when I gave up on us
but losing that title was as hard as leaving you
because that was the last thing that I could ever hold on to
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:59 AM UTC
if you ask what is wrong
and she says
I'm insane
don't leave her
she wants to know
that it's not her name
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:49 AM UTC
I've learned
a new act of love;
to protect.
But she doesn't get that I am her shield;
from myself,
a threat she refuses to detect.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 3:41 AM UTC
the heaviest
substance is a
tear
heavy
enough to hang any head
enough to sink any soul
enough to drown ecstasy
just one
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
Love feels like walking outside on the first spring day
not like summer where there's little transition with nothing to say
since spring is a relief from frigid oppression
it is a shift backwards, a digression
to a new cycle an infancy
the stage of life where your feelings have no privacy
where the sweetest words are matched by a sour tongue
where learning to feel has just begun
this springtime love hit with a kiss
that melts any cold heart with the warmth of bliss
the taming of love should never be done
why should you hide emotions from anyone?
because love is a selfless giver
that will pour out as an overflowing river
into the gulf of the heart of the one they love
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
a dark heavy cloak surmounted on my shoulders
sleeves tied around my neck
its tail pulling boulders
linked by chains that clanged the sounds of my heart
which begged me to stay
yet pulled me apart
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:11 PM UTC
as i look at these golden stalks i ask why
did i choose to go a thousand miles
why i left my love for the dreams of success
why i broke her heart into mosaic tiles
she is
as beautiful as before
as beautiful as these golden stalks
rushing my car door
my love that can be no more
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:07 PM UTC
let the river flow
drowning emotions
draining mistakes
burying uncertainties
let the love flow
carrying potions
from wastelands
emptying the Nile
down into the M
erasing its misery
maroon tinted soil
beautifies for a mile
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:33 PM UTC