I have never flowed with anyone else the way we did today.
Even though I've never spoken to you before,
I felt like we were just catching up.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 7:51 AM UTC
i was a
hidden treasure chest;
you saw me as an
open book.
Sep 28, 2014
Sep 28, 2014 at 10:40 AM UTC
i think about how music
captivates, how it magnifies
emotions i did not quite know
i could express.
i realize
you are my favorite song.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:43 PM UTC
I have written enough to fill libraries about you.
I have painted enough to fill a museum or two.
I tried capturing worlds with words and universes with brushstrokes and everything in-between.
Did you know there are over a million words in the English language? And only 10 million shades can the human eye see.
I didn’t. It took your presence to realize there were so few words to describe your eyes,
And your absence made me notice every shade of gray caught in the damp morning light.
Flowers will grow from the dirt beneath my ribs and the world will die a million times over before I forget to write about you.
I hope you don’t stay forever, but I pray my words do.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:33 AM UTC
Buy me forget-me-nots,
Because roses are prickly
And violets are violet, not blue.
And besides, I want to remember you forever.
Sometimes I don’t quite understand
What happened to me,
Because I used to be filled with angst and
Ridden with grit and gnashing teeth.
And all my poems have turned
Sappy and for some strange reason,
Something in me doesn’t seem to mind, because
If I’m sappy I may as well be sappy for you.
So, cheers, you’ve got me
Conflicted, wondering if I’m this way or that,
And if this makes you happy then
Perhaps I wouldn’t much mind it one bit.
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 7:04 AM UTC
culture is:
i. something earned
ii. something fought to preserve
iii. a part of a race or group of people
that you simply cannot take away from them.
iv. an essential part of their being
v. a heritage
vi. a legacy
culture is not:
an accessory.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:52 AM UTC
there are times i think
people could never be so incredibly
selfish,
but then i remember
how you left a mark
in every portion of my heart
so with each beat
i would be reminded of
everything we had,
everything we could've had.
my universe,
you consumed me like
a vortex.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:13 PM UTC
that when you were
39
and i was
37
and we were
still single
we would marry each other
in that church over there
when we got together
we joked that we would be getting married
a lot earlier
than
expected
so why is it now
that the chimes of
"happily ever after"
seem so
far
away
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
you tore me away from reality
with simple sentences
and idiotic jokes
you made me forget
everything
I didn't know what to think
or what to do with myself.
I guess I just ended up becoming yours.
now you've broken
everything
you've broken everything and you expect me to pick up the pieces
I will
I can guarantee that
but I can't guarantee that I will find all of the pieces
some will be lost,
maybe even broken smaller.
some will have been stolen,
by nightly visits or maybe
close relatives
and I know we might be able to get them back but
I don't want to scrape my hands picking up the glass that you broke
I don't want to work for something and go against people while you're sitting in your high chair waiting for some gratification
I don't want my blood all over your floor
when I know you're not even going to help
I don't want to feel
guilty
or vulnerable
when we talk
but I guess that's how it goes
because humans have needs that need to be fulfilled
no matter how hard it is for someone else to fulfil it for them.
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:02 PM UTC
Body shaking
Heart racing
Mind scattered
Feeling dizzy
Need help
Can't talk
Go away
Can't walk
Pass out
Why not cry a little too
Hello my name is anxiety
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 6:00 PM UTC