There is so much pain
in this world
the monster on the corner
looking at the girl.
People hate
and scratch each other
breaking hearts
killing mothers
So why do I feel my pain
so great?
I met a woman
a great woman, so great
She tore my heart
from my chest
left me there
a shell at best
With so much pain
why is mine so great?
Others have died,
I just feel like I might.
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
I cover my heart
in a layer of steel
so that the things she has said
I cannot feel
It makes it harder to push
the blood through my veins
but we can grow a little
learning from the pain
Your heart will grow stronger
in its little steel cage
keeping you centered
letting go of the rage
When your mind is healed
and your body has calmed
You'll notice the cold steel on your heart
is now in your palm.
Oct 20, 2020
Oct 20, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
Its 3am
Once again
In Buffalo
New York
Her doors squeak
and her floors creek
And my heart
Feels the pain
She tells me little
I tell her lots
My minds on love
Hers is not
The cats meow
At the winds howl
And tomorrow
Brings more hell
I want her deeply
I want her as mine
I move forward
She falls behind
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:28 AM UTC
I stare at the cord
connected to the wall
and think about the reason
I continue at all.
The friends I never
and the ones
I thought
I do,
The people at
arms length
that I wish I never
knew.
It's hard for me to swallow
the single serving friends
and to know that again tomorrow
they'll make friends again.
Oct 9, 2020
Oct 9, 2020 at 3:15 AM UTC
It used to be
that I would see
you inside my dreams.
My eyes were closed
and you were there
how I wanted you to be.
My eyes wide open
you were there
looking back
with love
for me.
Now the only way
to see your face
is to return to my dreams.
My eyes wide open
all I see
is what is left
of me.
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 1:11 PM UTC
With more knowledge and
understanding.
Comes more compassion and
pain.
It is our flaw and our
power.
We love and we
hate.
I wish I could go
numb,
to rid of this feeling of
being
so
human.
Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I want to go home
and sit
looking out the window
at the dark street
and the lonely lamp light.
Few people pass by
eyes forward
or to the ground.
I wonder if they feel
alone.
They are my friends,
I think.
But they don't know my
name, or even that
I am here.
They are my friends
though.
Woman in the purple jacket,
man in the black hat,
walking down my street.
I pretend to know them
and take two sips of beer.
One for me and
one for them.
I call the man Jack.
Dec 20, 2019
Dec 20, 2019 at 6:59 PM UTC
I'm successful enough
to have decent clothes
to rescue a dog
to have a place
to sleep
A decent enough car
and a garage for it
and a sink
and a fridge
and beer
A woman's love
Is what I miss
Is what I want
Is what I wish
I had
The pain I feel
from loneliness
from loving you
from behind the pane of
glass
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
Have you ever just
laid
on the floor,
staring
at the ceiling?
No thoughts, not a single
movement.
Unable to do anything but
lay
there?
There are screws to turn,
and the dishes pile
up-
and the things you need to do
remain.
Eyes hurt and your cheeks
too,
and the back of your throat
feels like
gravel
and
you
just
lay
there
Dec 5, 2019
Dec 5, 2019 at 7:42 PM UTC
Another day.
Another ****
day.
Go here,
do this,
get that.
Go home,
eat dinner,
pet the dog,
scratch the cat.
The pain
is in
between.
Between the this and
the that.
The darkness comes,
and takes everything
back.
Dec 3, 2019
Dec 3, 2019 at 8:08 PM UTC