Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 11:38 AM UTC
Have you ever stumbled upon someone life-shatteringly special?
You lose your breath and can't think straight.
But somehow they've stuck around.
Feeling like a stunned vegetable to your innocent charisma.
Like divine intervention we met in the most unlikely of ways.
We hit it off and spent hours together, confined and stressed.
How did we get along so well?
How did we manage to learn more together than alone?
How did we manage to find each other in this big world?
I'll always wonder if there is more to this story.
Answers to my plaguing questions that rule my emotional state.
I don't know how to describe what it is I feel in a rational way.
It doesn't serve rationale.
Writing it all down or saying it only compounds how crazy I must sound.
But I'm not a loony bin. On the contrary, you are just infinitely more special than you realise!
But I'll not skip a note nor bump a chord.
Because I see you so finely in all your elegance.
A beauty which radiates in an innocent manifestation.
I can't tell if everyone else can see it also.
They must?!
I must have no chance here.
I know I should cut my losses and move on.
Right..?
Hope to find this feeling once more.
But something from beyond the blackened ether of midnight skies and space dust tells me to keep trying.
Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:18 AM UTC
dating a poet is fun,
and you'll learn things about yourself,
that you never knew.
but when you leave her,
you'll be the one who's broken.
you see,
she'll break you down
into bits and pieces-
she'll carve rhymes
into your rib cage
and
she'll make your kisses
into pentameters.
your voice becomes her rhythm,
and each color in your eye
forms a stanza.
you become pieced together
and poorly stitched,
because she's taken out
the very best parts of you
and the very worst.
she's taken you,
and cut out her favorite parts,
and she'll promise to put you back together,
but the funny thing is,
she never learned to sew.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.
you never know
because
she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses
and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.
she'll create a thousand plots
from your worst nightmares.
she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.
she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,
and she'll make you,
everything you're not.
but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?
but here's the beauty of it:
if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
Nov 17, 2015
Nov 17, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC
I know that it's wrong
But he's the reason that I
listen to music
M.C.M
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 6:28 PM UTC
I was just guessing.
Kept on turning to the right.
But you're face and my make believe persona of you drove me to the left.
Like a drunk driver behind the wheel, I had no control.
Yet I let you still over come me.
So I found you.
I let you in.
Me, myself have lived on this hell bound planet for 22 years, and still couldn't find happiness.
Past "loves" made these fossil creatures look like peasants kissing the ground their holy queen walked on.
And I was the king.
In other words, you held that throne.
That happiness I was so thirsty for finally quenched me.
You were my absolute everything.
We moved quickly but not with a care.
Blinded though if you may, in a way.
Our family seemed unbreakable cause our contract said forever.
My first true love you were and are.
How *** was always nothing but lust, or what I thought was making love was false.
Till I stepped in you're great door.
Our eyes would lock and no one would ever find the lost key to unlock them.
It wasn't just *********** or sensation.
But making love.
The greatest vice and feeling I would ever encounter.
A year since our fairy tale ending and still I fail to experience that or anything greater, with any woman who has came my way.
From what you weren't aware of was what my previous relationship left me as.
Which was a hidden monster.
So all I knew was how to react off of emotion instead of logic.
Our different ways of life and guiding our own spawns couldn't compromise.
So we started falling apart, like a castle slowly losing it's structured bricks.
Never thought I truly live a real nightmare and knowing there was no waking up.
Reality.
The plane took me away from our departure and still I wait for a new arrival.
From what it looks like it will never happen.
All I am is set for failure and survival.
You know you were my favorite?
I wish I savored it.
Sometimes I wish I could get amnesia so it wouldn't even be memory.
But how can I?
When you was and still are my everything.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:09 PM UTC
I'm so **** sick and disgusted of writing every poem about you.
It brings me close to hatred, but that is an emotion I don't believe
In.
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 10:08 PM UTC
If music could be a substance
instead of the curse of food
then I'd consume it for hours
and never gain weight or look crude
You think it's so obvious
the way the need grew
but my eleven year old sister
she never really knew
how eating devoured me
piles on piles until I'd
pull back and withdraw for days
while internally I cried
They took me to a doctor
who taught me how to eat
But they never found out
how much of my soul had deplete
Sometimes, it's too hard to feel
To look in the mirror and think
about how one cupcake could destroy me
and make me a pig: fat and pink
My sister came up to me
twenty minutes after I told her
"I'm glad you're still alive.
I'm glad that you'll get older."
And that's when I decided
I'm going to beat this thing
I'm going to win
no matter what; I'll do anything
M.C.M
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:36 PM UTC
The only thing warmer
than the embrace of the ocean
is the warmth of your arms
that triggers my emotions
Every day, people question
why my heart chose you
but the Princess chose the stable boy
because he was the one who knew
how to treat her right
to keep her safe and loved
and that reason might not make sense
but that's the reason he's beloved
by only me, the one who looks past
his crude nature that's slowly disappeared
maybe it's my doing
maybe he holds my opinion dear
to his heart and his decisions
but I'll love him any way
he decides to be
I'll always choose to stay
M.C.M
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:32 PM UTC
Snow, snow
constantly falling.
Why can't it go
away and stop stalling
the inevitable boring
classes and stuff
but instead I'm snoring
and surrounded by fluff
My muscles, or rather the lack of,
cannot take the constant movement
of shovel and snow. Punishing my love
of the bad weather and it makes me lament
The days of snowmen and such are gone
slipping through my fingers like the white
powdery snow that falls on the lawn
as I continue to do what is "right".
Trapped in a house with colder souls
oblivious to the sharp ice in my heart
as I watch my siblings happily roll
in the white snow. just a part
of the big wide world
That I do not fit in
my empty shell curled
into a lonely mass of sin
M.C.M
Nov 7, 2015
Nov 7, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC