Sometimes I feel the urge to walk the halls of the forbidden forest to witness the stars at their greatest potential and the moon at its finest hour but those times are hard to come by when my mind only leads into the abyss.
Jun 12, 2016
Jun 12, 2016 at 5:31 AM UTC
Dangerous in its own
and meaningless to most;
this state is forever
and I can't seem to find the reason why.
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 1:33 AM UTC
Doctors and nurses
shove results down my throat
while parents and friends
wear sympathy as a coat.
I don't want your apologies.
They do me no good.
Believe if they did
I'd accept them,
I would.
It just doesn't work
with so much pain and ache.
An "I'm sorry"
cannot fix
such a serious break.
I know you feel bad.
I know you can't do much
but please please please
don't say that I should
embrace this crutch.
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 1:48 AM UTC
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
The waves being able
to go as they please.
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
Water as blue as
the bruises she hid.
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
Ripples swaying
like she does in her sleep.
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
Drowning herself with ideas
like she would in the tides.
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
Parts unexplored
similar to her own.
She never enjoyed
the thought of the ocean.
However the shore was her safe haven.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 5:00 AM UTC
My heart floats in a bottle of wine
Beating against the glass
Throbbing with the waves
My heart floats in a bottle of wine
It was dripping off your lips
Half gone in no time
My heart floats in a bottle of wine
My blood being the alcohol
My skin being the kick
My heart floats in a bottle of wine
You were drunk
But not wasted enough
My heart floats in a bottle of wine
Finishing with one more sip
It went sinking to the bottom
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 3:04 AM UTC
Memorizing your features
as if they were a test to fail.
Every crease on your cheek
deserved one hundred percent.
Each sparkle in your eye
deserved extra credit.
The way your hair curled at the end
deserved a gold star.
However the material
I studied was wrong.
The test was true or false
not multiple choice.
I spent too much time
focusing on appearance
rather than taking notes
and now my score
is low enough to crash.
You were worth a perfect grade
but I am not an A+ student
and never will be.
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
Oh I can break your heart
but all you've got is me.
I can leave you.
It soon will be.
That's an issue
you can't address
without the fear of
being worth any less.
I'm the one
that "loves you".
That phrase is poor.
You're here only
for my purpose
and nothing more.
This is a poem
of control and self increase.
There is a larger puzzle
to your smaller piece.
You're blinded by my "love".
You can't see past the mistakes.
Telling friends of excuses.
Giving me the biggest breaks.
All that is proven,
the power belongs to yours truly.
Shedding tears.
Asking for advice newly.
I will move on.
It's easy for me
because empathy
is sparse you see.
I've left already
but the memories stay.
Burdening you of
of a darker day.
Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 3:25 AM UTC
Oh how do I wish I could meet him
the love my life
we would be great
but yet again here is the issue
he's not of my kind you see
I witness him through a filter
and he doesn't recognize me at all
his eyes cut through mine
as if by magic
his hairs curl in just the right way
becoming similar to waves
under the sea
his voice can crumble me to the ground within a second
he has his flaws yes
and I do mine
but we can be as flawless
as a porcelain doll
put together like a pair
our worlds do not cross
each other's paths are
anything but close
we have yet to meet one another
in the best future
hopefully we will.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
I don't want tomorrow to come so I stayed up till 1 a.m. stalling the night wishing the future could disappear and the past would vanish in time.
Oct 13, 2015
Oct 13, 2015 at 3:58 AM UTC
Smile for the picture.
Hide your feelings
they'll fade soon
Fake your laugh.
Choke back your thoughts
until you see the moon.
Showing love,
showing comfort,
is just a child's game
and pulling back the arrow
is useless without
a perfect aim.
They want to see you flawless.
No eyelash out of place.
Let alone a tear
streaming down your precious face.
Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 2:35 AM UTC