If feelings left when people did
I wouldn't be worried about missing someone
that I didn't have
or holding someone
who can't be held
or touching someone
you cannot keep
or knowing things about someone
that you do not know
or laughing at someone
who will not stay
to finish the punchline
or loving someone
who will not stay
to let you know they feel the same
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 1:47 AM UTC
that's the thing about a murderer
they become so broken and haunted
that even their own hand
seems sinisterly daunted
but it's kind of humane
what their mind will have done
it has broken a reality
it refuses to let them run
they will only see
the life that they took
every single eye
is their victims look
and in a way they are new
nerves exposed to the earth
for a search for calm
their being is rebirthed
and isn't it insane
that a person is made new
when they **** another
without leaving any clue.
Aug 22, 2014
Aug 22, 2014 at 10:21 AM UTC
I have fallen in love
With an disease
The way it brings me warmth
As it burns my skin
The way it leave me speechless
As it makes my words a sin
The way it fills my veins
As it makes them feel hollow
The way it fills my heart
As it kills it will sorrow
The way it keeps me numb
As it slowly kills me
The way depression empties me
But somehow fulfills me
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 11:42 AM UTC
I screamed
Because I wanted to make a point
She told me to be quiet
for screaming tended to disappoint
I yelled
Because I needed her to hear
She told me to be quiet
for yelling was for fear
I talked
Because I wanted to tell
She told me to be quiet
For talking was meant to sell
I whispered
Because I wanted to express
She told me to be quiet
Because whispering was for distress
I was quiet
Because I didn't want to share
She told me I should talk
For it seemed I didn't care
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC
I learned that where
butterflies lingered
so did bees
and every opportunity
there is to see beauty
is also an opportunity
to be hurt.
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
She gives you words
Of poisoned wine
But still reminds you
To not burn your hands
She uses a blade
Of deceit and curdled anger
But still folds your
Laundry
She hangs a noose
Around your mind
But still tells you
To make good choices
She kills your words
Before they are spoken
But still tends to you
When you are ill
She breathes venom
Against every corner of your mind
But still holds you
Like she loves you
Aug 5, 2014
Aug 5, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
I analyzed your typing pattern
The way you moved your
Index finger across the keyboard
And the way you type my name
Like it is precise but unimportant
I hope you see how my hands move
When I'm drawing on the walls
The way they say your name
Like they're begging Rome not to fall.
I anaylized the way you make your tea
And the way you stir three sugars
And regret
The way you hold the handle
Like my hands won't forget
I hope you see how I make the bed
How I tuck the sheets
Carefully on your side
The way I fix the pillows
Where we had once cried
I anaylized the way you speak
Carefully
and with light
Hoping that a word you say
Won't induce another fight
I hope you see what we've become
This couple of medicocracy
Feelings of forgien beings
Of political democracy
I anaylized the way we
Tread with light feet
And heavy hearts
I know that soon
It all will fall
Your reign of Rome will end
but until then
I'll play an empress of pretend
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 2:19 PM UTC
I pretended that he watched her
delicately
Like as if to observe
The golden tips
From butterfly wings
I pretended that he touched her
palms
So he could signal
Her nerve endings to stop shaking
I pretended that he kissed her
Temples
As if they were a place to worship
That his body was all he had
To offer
I pretended that he brought her
coffee
So that she couldn't feel
The steel pillars in her soul
I pretended that he loved her
entirely
But instead
He just sipped his tea
And folded
Arms across the table
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
I used
Periods.
At the ends
Of questions
Because
I didn't feel comfortable
Leaving them
Optionally
Open ended
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
I never saw it coming
When I didn't believe in pain
I never saw it coming
Because it hide behind my brain
I never saw it coming
When I practiced smiles in my mirror
I never saw it coming
When I felt inferior
I never saw it coming
When I forgot to have friends
I never saw it coming
When I liked to think about ends
I never saw it coming
When I was self irritated
I never saw it coming
When I self medicated
I never saw it coming
When I couldn't drown the lie
I never saw it coming
When I begged myself to die
I never saw it coming
Because I lied for a long time
I always saw it coming
I just really tried to hide
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC