Their hallow heads hold fire after being carved by kids. I wonder how they do that, gouge a gourd for human fests. I bring them water every day, until they grow with might, these now seedless pumpkins that glow all through the night. They say they scare the ghosts away but none yet have I seen except the ones of the rotted skeletons that were once these.
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 5:27 PM UTC
She grasped her knee with an empty hand and no one asked her why. She felt the pain the concrete made and broke down to cry. She fell so hard that she bled right down to her socks. The boy who her pushed her to the ground just laughed as he threw rocks.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 3:15 AM UTC
I spend my time painting faces that I have never seen. I make them up inside my mind, I imagine them from seeds. The seeds come from places I've never been, they come from towns across the seas. People drop them by my corner from which I wish and plea. I wish to paint the face of love that has once found me. Me, I paint the faces of those across the sea.
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:43 AM UTC
As you pass me on the sidewalk, ignoring my gaze, I begin to think of the cold winter days we sat inside sipping coffee by the window; the crisp fall air surrounding us on our morning walks; the kids running outside in a rain storm letting the water soak into their skin. Only none if this happened because you never stopped to say hello.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
My heart grows weary from beating without yours by my side. This life speaks words of sorrow through the wind. The frigid air cuts through my skin making me wonder if I could ever thrive again. This bittersweet end to a perfect love will forever cage my fondness for you. As we both take our separate paths, I will shiver through my veins praying to see you once again.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 3:22 PM UTC
When the house is asleep in the deep of the night, that is when I cry.
They don't understand because they aren't one of my kind
A reject of the default,
the broken inside.
So hurt and useless in a world so small We wonder if anyone cares at all
Our plea is the same lead us out of this hole they've dug for us
Our souls are empty knickknacks sitting on a forlorn shelf
Waiting for someone to love us and pick us up from this hell
I see a distant wish granted though it will be too long
So read what I write
this empty hopeless song
for when the house is asleep in the deep of the night, that is when I die.
Jan 2, 2013
Jan 2, 2013 at 1:40 AM UTC
I want to fall in love
I want to swim with the stars
I want to dream of things the world has never seen
I want to draw in my storybook, the world of hope
I want to never let go of my destiny
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
Sometimes
I wish I could shrink
I wish I could talk to the ants
I wish I could live in their kingdom
sometimes
I wish I could carry a single drop of water in the palm of my hand
just to see how God feels
sometimes
I wish I could shrink
and fall down the drain like the rest of the world.
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 12:22 AM UTC
You can't see love. Nor can you taste or smell it. What you can do with love is feel it in every vein in your body. You can hear it in the waves of the ocean. You can feel it running through your fingertips. Hear it rushing through the trees and whistling through the valleys. No, you can't see love, but you can see it's effects. In the people's faces around you. You can taste love. You can taste the lips of love kissing you ever so passionately. You can't smell love. You can smell the scent of the skin that holds you close.
You can't see love, but you can see it's effects.
For love is like the wind...
Dec 1, 2012
Dec 1, 2012 at 10:18 PM UTC
I've faked a smile for far too long, I thought you were the lyrics to my song. Now I can’t sleep and you are gone. If I could rewind I’d start with a sorry, I know it’s too late now but at least you’ll know. I miss your voice whispering through the snow saying, “I love you, wherever we go.” Calm sea tides slowly turn to a storm and now you’re gone forever there is no more warmth. I miss your scent, wild flowers and berries, making me shiver when I could detect it. We were going to be the ones who made the earth spin and dance around the sun, now we’re just two souls split from one. We lived each day for the other, now we’ll live it for another. Love struck us down and now we know we’ll never be together, heart or soul.
Oct 7, 2012
Oct 7, 2012 at 6:24 PM UTC