They say a picture is worth a thousand words
Well these words are worth a couple pictures
They are some of the most important ones
Like “I’m sorry”.. “Thank you”..and my favorite one,
“I love you”
and though I’ve never needed them
I have always wanted them
And every time I see them I ask myself if I do not deserve them
Will there ever come a time when one of them will remind you of me?
I know that I am not a sunflower,
Because the sun tends to always be on the side that I am not looking at
Perhaps I’m more of a lotus flower, whose muddy waters you’d rather stay away from
Or am I a rose and you are simply afraid that my thorns will hurt you?
What I really feel like
Is a field of dandelions... full of all the things you’d wish to change in me..
and yet sometimes I can’t help but to think that perhaps,
I am not a flower at all
Perhaps I have been pulled so far from my roots that I can no longer grow
My petals are damaged and I have stopped blooming
Maybe that is why I want but can not ask for some simple flowers..
I just hope that the day I receive them it won’t be by grace..
No I’m sorry
No thank you
No I love you
But rather an “I miss you..”
Right beside my grave
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 1:11 AM UTC
You do not get to hurt my feelings and call it "art"
I will not gift you in that way
You own all the credit but I refuse to give you fame
This is not a poem
If it were it'd be titled with your name
Details about how the clouds couldn't compete with me but instead,
I am feeling that feeling with no name
And that's why
This is not a poem
As I'm lying on this bed
I will sign it and hide it within my drawer labeled 12 AMs
Because you are not an artist
They create beauty from their own pain
But you have used mine
You will never know what it said
I still love you
But I must remind you,
that this is not a poem.
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 12:59 AM UTC
Beneath a stone with script
Locked away for 50 years lie 1" and "3"...
My mind is on a treadmill still trying to find the reason why
We walked up the stage wearing the same cap and gown,
But not all of us will get to say our vows down the aisle
And the more I think of it the less sense it makes
Because I thought we'd live for fifty more and if not, at least ten
So I guess this is the memo
for the raincheck on our class reunion, till' we see you again
I just ask you walk besides us, like you did that night in June
Spread the warmth of your spirits as you look over us
The year before they wept and we wept with them
But it's been three hard blows and it's still far too soon
And now, there are flowers.
Beneath three stones
lie over 600+ affected lives
What was once white and blue is now different shades of grey
But you'll live long after you're gone,
Within a capsule and within our hearts
Accustomed to the sharpening of our edges,
We'll be missing you,
L1ving L3gends
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
Isn't it ironic how the things that haunt us most are horrid terrible things yet when written out make the most beautiful pieces of art..
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 2:55 AM UTC
I am trying hard to fall asleep
but the sun just rose within me and my blanket's far too shallow to cover its liveliness..
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 3:06 AM UTC
I don't want to hurt you
but my words cut like razors
all my feelings have burnt my insides
and I don't know what love is
so don't ask me to give you any
you're trying to save me,
I'm trying to save you
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 12:51 AM UTC
creased, bruised, and probably a bit cracked
she was bent, in and out of shape so many times her feelings were far too familiar with contortion
but she was whole
a parodox, she was.
if you asked her what she loved she would probably tell you she was unaware of the word
but her veins told a different story, they mapped passages and roads, broken bridges and rigid ropes intertwining
and at every end there were images, memories you could touch and tug that would make her eyes sparkle
but you'd never guess it
see, most days she tends to act like her morning coffee,
dark and bitter
and I bet if you tried to count her eyelashes as she'd fall asleep you'd lose count and fall unconscious due to her surrounding force
she probably doesn't know this
but she is art
she always has been.
not the written or the spoken kind
but the kind that's hung up on a wall, highly overpriced and rarely understood
her edges were sharp
but she had no frame
she was art,
and I didn't need Picasso's signature to know that.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC
As a child, I have always had a sense of love towards the rain
Its smell, sound and feeling engraved inside my sole being
Yet a single drop and the streets are but streetlights and dull colored umbrellas
and I'd wonder, why are people so afraid of dark skies?
Until I realized, for humans, it is okay to stray away from those who need you most when the clouds above them are an ill colored grey
but if the sky above me has days where the sun can't be found
And it needs to cry,
Then it should
because most times my heart beats like thunder,
My veins look like lighting,
And it begins to pour rain
And so I've realized, if I were a form of nature
who pushes people away
I'd probably be a category 5 Hurricane
With a six page newspaper spread
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC
There is ambition, but no motivation
in the mind of "what could I be?"
conflicting thoughts flooding within
unraveling all the negativity
20/20 sight but blinding any vision
and every premature dream becomes only a bruised thought in the mind of a dreary dreamer
there is no way to go,
if you don't know where you're going
losing all hope, but refusing to give up
a walking contradiction
but they still see blurred colors
and enjoy the fog
so they'll keep walking blindly
side to side with their negative thoughts
and that's why they are my favorite
because I too, am one
a kaleidoscope dreamer-
I don't know where I'm going
but I'll know before I'm gone
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
You know what drives me crazy,
So insane?
I'm here dying for your attention
when you threw it down the drain
My mind's been missing for a while,
But after you left it became a hopeless case
I know you know I miss you
I know you feel the same
And if you want we'll leave it all behind
We'll start over again
I'm not asking for an apology
I'm just asking for some pain
Cause you look so human but you act a different way
I love you, present tense
But pride's always been your middle name
I've been dying to tell you how much I miss you
But I can't-
And that's what's driving me so crazy,
driving me insane
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC