I’d rather write than speak
My pen is always responsive
My ink doesn’t judge my mistakes
My paper doesn’t argue
My lines never cross me
My sentences never disappoint
And my words will never leave me
Apr 2, 2018
Apr 2, 2018 at 5:00 PM UTC
*You shouldn’t be there
At the back of my mind
You shouldn’t be
My morning and waking hour thoughts
You shouldn’t be
my 11:11 mantra
You shouldn’t be
my wish upon a shooting star
You shouldn’t be there
It’s very unconventional
You should be here, right here
Right beside me, here in my arms*
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 10:38 AM UTC
schizophrenia is back.
I talk to the creature sat at the end of my bed,
He takes his hands and places them on my head,
I cry into his palms,
He is humble,
He is kind,
The only vision that has been in the whole of my life.
I tell him my troubles,
My worries,
My pain,
He whispers and tells me to keep being sane.
I tell him I lost my mind a long time ago,
He says
"Oh my dear, no. You are the one who's sane amoung a world that is crazy. Take this your gift and let your life flow."
He tucks me into bed,
Wipes my eyes,
Tells me to never believe anyone's lies,
He leaves me now,
Walks away,
I close my eyes,
And drift away.
After a lifetime of "my gift" giving me grief,
Pain, despair, and broken belief,
The creature he showed me,
That not all is bad,
There is hope still,
maybe I'm really not mad.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 11:30 PM UTC
You want me to write for you
But what can I say?
There are no words I can put onto paper
That will not open your eyes
To the things that I have kept hidden
For so long.
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
In solemn solitude I walk,
Desolated I fall into the dark skies,
A thick mist of memories that blinds me from the future...
Wherein I get lost, times stops and I reminisce.
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
I wish I was blind,
so I didn't have to see you anymore.
I wish I was deaf,
so I'd never have to hear your voice.
I wish I couldn't taste,
so this bitterness in my mouth would go away.
I wish couldn't smell,
so nothing could remind of those days,
we spent together,
arm in arm,
hand in hand,
I can't stand,
just the thought,
of you here,
makes me fear...
I wish I couldn't feel,
so this pain would go away.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 7:57 AM UTC
*she lifts me up
when i am down
she holds me tight
when she's around
she calms me down
when i am shaking
she's solid ground
when my world is quaking
she is the rope
when i'm on the ledge
she is the hope
when there's nothing left
she is the light
that shadows my path
she is the sound
when it is i laugh
she is the song
that plays in my head
she is the all
when there's nothing left
she is the time
that i can not waste
and she is mine
till the end of days*
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am not a poet
But when thoughts, like rain,
Drench me in my solitude,
Words, they flow like a stream.
I am not a poet
But how can I see
The simpler joys of life,
And not create a song to be sung.
I am not a poet,
Nor an artist.
I am myself,
And you are my masterpiece.
I am not a poet,
If you are not the dream.
If I am a poet,
Then you are what sets these pages on fire.
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC