you are sweet as honey
and warm like the sun
a gentle breeze on the plain green fields.
the light side of the moon;
a hotspring in winter.
you are the flowers that grow,
in a garden of weeds
you are the light that the world needs.
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 9:00 PM UTC
i look at her
and a spark ignites.
she is the warmth,
the comfort and the ease.
and what am i,
but the fire
that spreads?
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
sometimes i wonder if it's all worth it.
i dont know, i probably never will.
it's hard sometimes,
all this doubt.
but i suppose it's worth a try.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 6:12 AM UTC
it’s like the tide.
slow, rising, gently caressing the bottom.
then quickly picking up,
moving everything in its path and leaving nothing behind.
the tide is unexpected,
it’s scary.
unpredictable.
i look at the tide and wonder,
“how could anyone love such a thing?”
and i realize;
it’s not the tide they love.
it’s the beach.
Aug 1, 2019
Aug 1, 2019 at 6:05 AM UTC
on a path with no beginning or end,
i walk the winding road.
my scenery unrecognizable,
beyond a black bird who crowed.
his call was loud and distinct and plain,
giving a sound that filled me with fear,
however, despite my inner turmoil,
i lent the bird my ear.
what the bird said that day
gave me a feeling so new,
that i began sprinting down the path
'til the end was in my rear view
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC
it's hopeless.
it's hopeless.
it's hopeless.
i'm helpless.
i'm helpless.
i'm helpless.
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 5:08 AM UTC
the blood on the lightswitch causes me to shudder.
you never learn, do you?
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 4:59 AM UTC
a sudden whirlwind of emotions,
like a chain has been cut to swing,
my sadness and fear and anger appear,
leaving nothing in its place; not a thing.
i know i can change this; talk to people, i know
but for some reason i cant let anything go.
maybe one day i will learn, maybe i never will,
but as long as my tears keep building
i know that my strength will as well.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 4:58 AM UTC
Gold sun sets, its rays blindly flashing
The colors painted on a barren sky
Its beauty unforetold, nonexistent matching
Too magnificent for naked eye.
Horizon covering its art once clear
The sunset's melted away.
No matter what, do not fear
It will return another day.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:47 AM UTC
a cigarette is but a crutch,
that a sad man puts his weight upon.
a cigarette is nothing much
but a reminder of memories now forgone.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 12:44 AM UTC