do you ever have moments when
you see people who are better than you
whose works move you so much
that the only thing you can do is to
sit in silence and contemplate
and cry
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 12:04 PM UTC
When the most encouraging words fall
from between the lips of those whose friendships are transient
it's pretty **** confusing
When the most hurtful words lash out,
barbs on a tongue from the people who are supposed to love you
you live your world upside down
without even realising
You walk down streets with the signs
written backwards
intentions muddled and hidden from sight
You pace rooms, with windows that stretch
from the ceiling to the floor, doors shorter than a toddler
seeing everything with no way out
Seeing everything that other people have
and you don't
seeing things that could've been so simple
yet too complicated to obtain
Wanting things that aren't yours but could've been
If only everyone put in a little more effort
if only everyone put their pride away
if only everyone could accept that this family
has fallen
a p a r t
and that the time to fix it
has long passed
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 12:02 PM UTC
it's only after you leave
that I start to see you everywhere
I see you in the empty cups
hanging on the stand
I see you in the toothbrush
stiff from neglect
the ukulele you used to play
and the books that you read
I see you in the empty chairs
at the dinner table
I see you in the sunset
that we used to watch together
the ****** TV shows
that you watched and cried over
on hot humid summer days,
I sit and reminisce
what could've been
and what will never be
if this is what it's like to see
I wish it happened sooner
it seems that I was blind
when you were here
Apr 23, 2016
Apr 23, 2016 at 10:34 AM UTC
and I couldn't help but feel ice slowly gripping my heart
when you said
"i love her more than you,"
and this has been a fact that i've known for eons but
it still hurt to hear it from you
the person we once spent so much time together with
the one with whom we broke off from and
the person who we have now forgiven (or have I?) and
welcomed back amongst our ranks
this calls for a celebration so why
why am I so reluctant to celebrate and why am I so scared?
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
maybe turn your back
on the glaring light of day
these things could wreck
your mind and make it fray
bile and venom line your lips
a wall you throw up with your tongue
spit it out, make a rip
in the world that stung
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
how are you?
have you been eating?
have you been feeling alright?
ever since that quiet night you turned your back
a silhouette i will never forget
contact with you has been strained
laced with anger and awkwardness
unspoken accusations that turn the taste
of all your food bitter
no wonder you haven't been eating
i'm so sorry that i wasn't stronger
that i couldn't protect you
i'm sorry for making that promise
that i would never leave you
because like the ******** that you've met before
that day of 1.02am, i happened
to take my leave
slowly slipping into the night
opposite of the direction you took
in seek of the sun
while you, delved deeper into the forest
you look tired
you look tried
you look like you could take a pill or two
don't
don't do it.
you've been strong thus far
don't let it win again.
throw your bottles away
pick up your phone
call him to your side
in the end he's the only one
right now who will be there
for you because i left you
i'm so sorry i left you
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:35 AM UTC
war is
behind glass
a silver screen
composed of pixels
war is
in movies
muted bombs,
a silent scream
war is
a newsflash
on twitter,
about a country
far, far away
war is
insignificant
easily dismissed
for us.
but for them,
war is losing everyone they love
war is hiding with bated breath
war is a constant ache in their bellies
war is a bleeding throat
war is not being able to protect
war is breathing dust tinged with dried blood
it's not knowing whether the person in front of them will see tomorrow
it's the feeling of ruin when they see their house go up in smoke
it's the taste of blood when they bite their tongue to stop from screaming
war is praying to be able to see the sun rise again the next day
war is not a silver screen
not pixels dancing
not a link on their newsfeed
war is real.
Nov 29, 2015
Nov 29, 2015 at 7:34 AM UTC
the summer she turned 21,
she met him for the first time
with his promises of new
beginnings and sanctuaries
that she had always dreamed
of, it was no wonder she was
****** in so quickly
enamoured by all that he was
oh she had flirted with him
so many times before,
when times seemed bleak
he was always her release
in her search for something
new
so many told her
"leave him behind," for he
was bad news. they disliked
his promises, veiled with
consequences black as
midnight, black as the shawl
she wore to her father's funeral
but he was tempting
yes, he was, with eyes
that beckoned, carefully
allowing her a glimpse
of the galaxies behind them
dark galaxies that ******
her soul right into them
so she relented, allowing
herself to be drawn in
finally sinking into
his arms, sighing against
his cold unmoving chest
his stiff arms and his
lifeless eyes
the summer she turned 22,
they found her smiling
in the arms of death
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 8:42 AM UTC
this isn't the first time i've ****** up and this won't be the last time i **** up
but that won't stop me from feeling incredibly ****** everytime something like this happens
because i know
that it's my fault
and one of the worst feelings out there is breaking someone's trust and not knowing how to put it back together
Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 12:14 PM UTC
i don't live for the rush of excitement
the fleeting taste of sweetness
or the sharp twinge of my nerves
i don't live for the thought of you
clouding up my head everyday
one more memory away
from seeing you again
i don't live for the bitter moments
that crowd my life
numb, unfeeling events
that make me question myself at night
i don't live for a lot of things
and i don't want to live by your rules
so why do i find myself desperately
so desperately
trying to please you?
Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC