Entangled with each other
In bed
I warm her feet with
Mine.
I gaze into those beautiful
Blue eyes
And my heart starts to beat
So fast that it hurts.
It's so quiet in the room
You could probably hear it
Bouncing off my rib cage.
I wouldn't ever leave
This bed
If I didn't have to.
Her kiss is that of
Something you'd only be able to find
In a fiction novel.
Her lips mesmerize me every time
They touch mine.
Not many people can say this,
But I sure can:
I slept next to an angel.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:53 PM UTC
It was like the sun
Shined
directly on me
And warmed me up to a crisp
The first time I saw her.
Blue eyes,
Brown hair,
A smile that could end a war.
Maybe it was the flower pattern
On her leggings
Or her shirt
That made me smile.
Maybe it's how I pay so much
Attention to the little things
About her.
Like the green triangle left on her
Finger
From the fake jewelry she wears.
Maybe it's how she laughs
How she listens
And how she talks.
Maybe it's her sense of humor
Or taste of music.
She's too beautiful and out
Of my league.
That's what my friends would say.
But to me she's perfection
In a flower pattern shirt
With fake jewelry,
Blue eyes,
And a beautiful smile.
To me she's the stars
The sun
And the Milky Way
To me,
She's perfect.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
My heart hasn't stopped
Racing
Since the day
Our lips first met
The back of the bar
My hands were shaking
But I looked into her eyes
And the world was different
There was happiness
And comfort,
A sense of calm.
She takes the evil out of me
Replaces it with warm feelings
And never asks for it back.
Depression has ruined my life
Anxiety was its evil side kick
With her though,
That villainous duo stands
No chance.
I'm happy now.
She did this.
I'm happy now.
She's my best friend,
My confidante,
My sun during the day
And my moon at night.
She's everything I've ever wanted
She's the pistons
That keep me going.
She's the fuel I use to get
Out of bed.
She's the reason I haven't stopped
Smiling
In two **** weeks.
She's amazing
And I'm
The luckiest guy in the world.
Nov 9, 2016
Nov 9, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC
It must be hard to be beautiful.
Little girls growing up
Thinking they need to get the wing
On their eyeliner
Just right,
Or they will be judged.
A boy has to have abs,
Or girls won’t notice them.
It must be hard to be beautiful.
I find beauty in the weird,
The strange,
And the unwelcomed.
I find perfection in the flawed
And in a dark sense of humor.
It must be hard to be beautiful.
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 8:31 PM UTC
Summer is here
The season for fun,
beach trips,
late night drives,
swimming,
and
memories.
Summer is the
worst season
to be alone.
The sun makes
us happy,
but doesn't give us love.
The beach brings us joy,
but doesn't fill the void.
Lonely summer nights
drinking a beer
by the fire,
stargazing.
I could count every star
in the sky,
and each one would remind me
of you.
The shine in your eyes
is uncomparable
to the sparkle of
the stars above.
This summer is about you,
and me.
This summer is about love.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 4:22 AM UTC
Take me to a place
where the sun
seems to never blind
you;
it's always dusk
or dawn.
Night lasts longer than normal.
The stars guide you
to a surreal place
in your mind.
The thorns of a rose bush
describe my feelings
for society to a point.
People bicker,
complain,
and drink.
Drink.
Drink.
Drink away their pains,
their sorrows,
their disappointments.
Drugs, ***** Cigarettes.
Anything to take your mind
off the pain.
Bills, Jobs, Rules.
Everything to keep you on your
toes.
Take me away.
Take me so far away,
that I forget who I am.
I want to forget it all.
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 1:11 AM UTC
It's times like this
that I'm sitting alone
in my room
with the T.V. off.
The only sound I hear
is the fan on my heater.
These are the times where
I think about you.
The times where I feel
like I'm actually alone.
It's been hard,
for the past ten years
to cope with something
like this.
The fact that you're gone,
and they way in which you left.
It hurts so fuckin' bad.
It's times like this where
I sit and I stare at the wall
and wonder if you've seen the
**** I've been through
and how I was strong.
How I didn't give up.
How I stuck around
because I felt I had too.
I needed to stay,
I'm going to be something
someday.
You'll see.
I'm doing it for me,
and for you,
and for Mom
and for Dad.
I'm doing it to show people
that you can come out of
the darkest parts of your
life
and keep pushing,
keep digging,
and taking all the hits you have to,
to come out on top.
I know me and you were different,
we always were,
but you're my brother,
and I miss you like crazy.
I hope you see where I'm going,
and I hope you're proud,
I'll see you one day.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:30 AM UTC
My mind decided to go
on vacation.
My thoughts are sporadic.
The only time I feel centered
is when I'm drunk.
Drinking after work and
a lot more on the weekends.
Waking up in yards,
and not remembering how
I got there.
Last night I was dancing,
and broke my toe.
Woke up this morning with
a hangover and my foot was
the size of a football.
Now, my mind is back.
Checked in to the hotel
of my skull.
I'm hoping it stays awhile
and helps me make
better decisions.
I don't want to be like this
anymore.
I want to be happy
and not mentally
or physically
sore.
I want to smile
because things go right
not because someone
bought me a shot.
Good things are coming
I can feel it.
I'm just too ****
impatient.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:20 AM UTC
This little girl dropped her iPhone 6s Plus
outside of WaWa tonight.
No more than 12 years old.
The phone hit the ground
shattered,
but not as much as the little girls heart.
Falling to her knees, crying,
clutching her chest
like a wife learning her husband
died.
Her heart broke.
Her eyes filled up with water
like a bird bath
in a hurricane.
Screaming at the top of her lungs,
"WHYYY?!?!"
I could only hope for her sake
that's the only heart break
that she will ever feel.
Because dropping a phone
is nothing
compared
to a life
alone.
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
Two o’clock in the morning.
She’s standing on the sidewalk
In front of his house
Her lips are blue
Like that of a drowning victim.
Her quivering, shaky little body
Caused her blue lips to
Crack
Like an earthquake.
It’s raining.
She stands in all black flats
In a puddle up to her
Ankles.
She stares at the front door.
She contemplates going
Back in.
She can’t stomach the fact
She will never be here again.
The rain caused her make up
To drift down her cheeks
As if she was crying
She wasn’t.
She’s passed that now.
She’s so numb to emotions.
Emotions, redundant emotions.
Happiness only lasts for a second
compared to a second of sadness
that can last a millennia.
Heartbroken, yet,
content.
She knew it was the end
the inevitable end
to something she thought
magical.
She lets out a tiny chuckle
backs up to the point
her heels hang off the curb.
Two o’clock in the morning
a car comes speeding down the
road.
She takes a breath in
exhales slowly.
So silently she voices,
“Good-bye.”
She fall backwards off the curb
headlights brighten up her face.
The door to the dreaded house
opens.
“I love you.”
Apr 10, 2016
Apr 10, 2016 at 11:10 PM UTC