we passed around the joint
each taking a hit
sharing a piece of us
inhaling the chemicals
proven to making coping easier
we passed around the joint
and grew closer
one broken memory at a time
we passed around the joint until the sun rose
and our hearts grew heavy
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
my pen was always in my fingers
scribbling the latest tear
drawing the newest fascination
creating feelings on paper
I was never good at talking
but writing came easy
each word danced its way onto the paper
each sentence a new adventure
never knowing where I'd end
just knowing I'd get there
pen in hand
paper covered in emotions and experiences
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
the radio always played it
the stores had it on a loop
even the lowly musician at the cafe
I heard it everywhere
on my way to work
in the city streets
late at night with friends
at home at 2am
everywhere
it haunted me
a simple song
our song
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:26 PM UTC
the smoke kissed my lips
filled my lungs
altered my brain
washed away all pain
the smoke kissed my lips
because you never did
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:23 PM UTC
beautiful
in the way she walked with so much purpose
beautiful
in the way she glanced at you to see your eyes sparkle
beautiful
in the way her forehead creased when she read
beautiful
in the way she danced around the kitchen early in the morning
beautiful
in the way her hands grasped yours every single day
beautiful
in the way she couldn't keep secrets from her best friend
beautiful
in the way she slept after a hard day
beautiful
in the way her eyes wandered as she daydreamed
beautiful
in the way she cried at sappy romance films
beautiful
in the way her hands grasped a pen and wrote for hours
beautiful
in the way she undressed before bed
beautiful
in the way she loved every ounce of you
beautiful
in every way imaginable
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:22 PM UTC
I tried to give you a second chance
to stop saying goodbye
to kiss you once again
to call you mine
to show you off
and love you for longer
but my heart was broken
my eyes were dry
and my soul shattered
second chances are only worth it
if the first chance didn't break you
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
my glass half empty, my heart half full
the music pounded- shook the walls.
the newly 21 year olds drank everything,
destroying their kidneys one shot at a time.
the older adults trying to relive youth,
having intelligent conversation over drinks they couldn't afford with people they wouldn't know the next morning.
the youngest people peering around,
hoping their phony ID's wouldn't get them caught.
the bartenders, light on their feet although
heavy on their souls.
the obvious recently single girl trying to get any guy to simply
buy her a drink.
the tv's showing friends re-runs.
the smoker outside, crying and coughing,
yet another night.
the husband trying to forget about the fights,
his father, and the imminent divorce ahead.
the alcohol, keeping the peoples thoughts flowing
and the money coming in.
my glass now empty, my heart half full.
Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 4:17 PM UTC
Because when I compare myself to you
There is no comparison
You are perfection
And I am just a lump of flesh and bones
You told me you couldn’t understand how a girl like me would ever like you
When the truth it
How could such a lost girl as myself not like such a perfect idealist boy like you
See when you grasped my hand I shivered
Because you epitomized everything I had ever loved
You kissed my lips and I melted
For you were the sun and I was the dark night sky only bright when a full moon stopped by
You had never loved
I had lost everything because of love
But we knew we could try this
If only I realized
You were lost too, and to you
I was perfection
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:11 PM UTC
The sounds of summer
Laughter echoing off each and every wall
Songs blaring through the speakers
Hollers of teenagers getting a thrill
Cars honking in afternoon traffic
Water filling up the small kiddie pool
Birds chirping at 9:27am
Lovers breathing heavily
The summer breeze brisking through all the trees
Best friends’ whispers in the early morning hours…
Every moment another sound, every sound another memory
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
The way you stared
Had me hooked
You were an addicted drug I couldn’t get enough of
You were the sip of alcohol that caused me to forget
You were the blade slicing through my skin
You were the sickness to end my healthy streak
You were bad
Addictive
Fatal
Damaging
But that’s what I loved about you
The pain
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 7:02 PM UTC