In fear of losing her,
I did not grasp onto her too tightly.
Instead,
I cried.
And instead,
I let go.
Apr 14, 2017
Apr 14, 2017 at 7:41 PM UTC
i want to write poetry like how some music sounds,
like the soft yet present low octave harmonies that are blurred
by the pedal,
and everything outside is blurred
by the falling rain,
and the crackling of
the fire matches the grass that sways in the breeze.
And the house is dark except for
the embers in the fireplace and
there’s a chill in the house that somehow reaches past the fabric of your sweater.
And you feel full of life but empty at the same time,
like the rich sad song of a slow saxophone,
crying over who you lost
and lost in who you shall soon find.
And you lay down and let yourself unwind,
Melt into this moment,
Just you, trapped in your thoughts,
But for the first time that’s not a bad thing.
The rain keeps falling and a small bird sings,
The fire doesn’t die and the piano plings.
And oh, being alive feels so wonderful and dark.
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 1:57 PM UTC
and in the heat of the moment,
your body on mine,
you melted my cold cold heart,
and before tracing my back with your fingernails,
you promised me they weren't sharp.
and in the heat of the moment
you melted my heart,
and before running your nails down my spine
you looked at my eyes,
you kissed me hard,
you promised me you were mine.
and you were on top,
******* unstoppable,
and I said don't look at my chest,
but you looked me in the eyes,
kissed me and said,
you are beautiful, even undressed
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
the city still lives when the sky cries
If anything
it shines
and looks more alive
and the people will run
and the birds will cry
cursing their wings and
cursing the sky,
but I know better.
water, when you fall
I'll be here
I'll catch you,
and you, rain
you can seep into my veins,
and you can chill every
inch of my bones,
but I'll love you, without any shame
I'll love,
I'll still love you the same
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 5:27 PM UTC
she makes the moon rise
look into her forest eyes
overlook her honest lies,
love her, even when she cries
and love her when-
surprise surprise
-hearts to ice
and true love dies
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 11:06 PM UTC
don't let the heart stand above all
the harder you hope
the harder you'll fall.
just know in my heart that I love you so,
I will hope, I will love
and I won't let you get go.
Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 7:58 AM UTC
is it so easy
to break my heart
only to go back
to the one who broke yours?
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 3:19 PM UTC
She said
she wanted to be a work of art,
so she painted on her skin with a blade.
Red was always her favorite color.
She's dead, only alive in my head.
And she only visits me in my sleep,
as the most beautiful work of art.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
My eyes are curtained,
clouded by the heavy sounds,
shaded by the lack of clouds
and the purity of the endless sky.
Unfathomable space depth,
unfathomable water depth,
unfathomably tall trees,
looming, watching over me.
The feeling is dark green,
clean after endless rain,
dark after daytime pain,
rich and full and soft,
enveloping me, swallowing me,
lifting me to meet the stars
while I gaze into the unfilled void of eternity.
the stars want to know what the ground is like,
I tell them that their whispers of thoughts,
and their silent eyes,
and their blanket of mystery is much better
than the souls that aren't allowed to be themselves.
It's better when my eyes are curtained,
because then I can see the sky.
May 24, 2016
May 24, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
i want to stand in a glass room,
i want to levitate, i want to be in the sky
i want to be surrounded by darkness,
and i want to scream.
no words, but full of meaning.
i want to scream all of the things that i’ve kept inside,
somethings that i don’t even know of
find their way deep into my stomach,
and i need them out,
i need them out because my hands can’t contain them anymore,
and my mind can’t contain them anymore,
i can’t move fast enough to write them all down.
why do people write like they're running out of time?
because they are,
there is no feeling like the feeling that im feeling right now,
this feeling of a galaxy exploding inside of me,
i don’t want to be contained,
i want to be bigger than my body,
i want to be the bass that shakes the ground,
i want to be the voice that is the sound of freedom,
i don’t need to advocate,
i just need to feel,
i don’t want technical terms,
i don’t want words.
words aren’t enough
NOTHING IS EVER ENOUGH
I NEED MORE TO EXPRESS WHAT I CAN'T CONTAIN
*nothing is ever enough
i need more to express what i can’t contain*
May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 8:58 AM UTC