I am not in love with you in the way that most would think of
when they hear the phrase “In love.”
But I am In love with having you in my life for the rest of eternity,
And I am in love with loving you forever
In whatever form that comes in.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 11:07 AM UTC
"I'm an open book"
She says
Written in
code.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
We are all victims
of failed society
They criticize
They hate
They judge
and we all just
stood there
crying,
tired,
and broken.
We are too numb
to feel,
We pretend to be deaf
about what they say,
We stay blind
of the things they did,
We are the outcast
of this broken world,
We remain silent
creating our own
vast world within
our enormous
minds—There,
we stand
taller than towers
There, our inner voices
speak the loudest
There, our sight
and imagination
is boundless.
I said
"someday
they will
all fall, and
I'd be too
oblivious to hear
all of their screams"
—they made me like this.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:47 PM UTC
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems like *******
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:42 PM UTC
she’s too strong,
she’s too much,
she’s too tough to love.
she’s too hard,
she’s too broken,
she’s not enough.
she’s imperfect,
she’s wild,
she’s lost in the wind.
she’s insane,
sending signs of chaos from within.
-
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:36 PM UTC
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;
i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober
i'm drunk on the
memory of you
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:31 PM UTC
#*I wish you love for there's no better thing that I'm able to do
May the sun always shine upon you when you're feeling blue
If your eyes fall upon these words then they are meant for you
I wish you a lifetime of happiness, hoping your dreams come true
Praying that any dismal clouds of sorrow will swiftly drift on by
May peace arise from within to wipe away any tear you may cry
Flowers are tumbling from the skies, songbirds joyously fly free
Singing 'let's bridge the gap, in reality, there is no 'you' and 'me'
Thank you for your posies, more than just words upon the page
We all play our little part wearing the persona, life is but a stage...*#
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 1:25 PM UTC
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.
But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.
The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.
But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.
The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
May 9, 2020
May 9, 2020 at 1:30 PM UTC
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not touch you
It seems as though your eyes had flown away
And it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth
As all things are filled with my soul
You emerge from the things
Filled with my soul
You are like my soul
A butterfly of dream
And you are like the word: Melancholy
I like for you to be still
And you seem far away
It sounds as though you are lamenting
A butterfly cooing like a dove
And you hear me from far away
And my voice does not reach you
Let me come to be still in your silence
And let me talk to you with your silence
That is bright as a lamp
Simple, as a ring
You are like the night
With its stillness and constellations
Your silence is that of a star
As remote and candid
I like for you to be still
It is as though you are absent
Distant and full of sorrow
So you would've died
One word then, One smile is enough
And I'm happy;
Happy that it's not true
May 8, 2020
May 8, 2020 at 6:34 AM UTC