Her eyes hold my stare,
For a moment or two,
And for another few moments,
All I think of is you.
Her smile fills my word,
And lights the shadows of my mind,
And lightens the weight,
I carry for being kind.
Her laughter is my high,
Anaesthetic, suspends belief,
Drowns out the crying voices,
In my head and gives relief
Her presence is enough
Nov 5, 2015
Nov 5, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Some tomorrows shall be filled
With glitter and sorrow
While others shall have parties and pain
Most tomorrows shall be filled
With living everything now
While thinking why, why, why?
All tomorrow shall be filled
With people and loneliness
While others shall be house guests and emptiness
*Every tomorrow shall be filled
With something, nothing, and everything.
Whether we want it or not.*
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
*Is that the applause of the leaves
I hear outside my window
Or just the rain
Tapping out a tune to the wind?*
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:24 AM UTC
Trying to grab words
And force them into something
Worth meaning
Worth making
Instead, getting this.
A not-worth-your-time thing
A sentence built on sentence
Without a reason behind it.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC
*Chew that gum,
Flick that wrist,
And be that bratty little princess,
That nobody wants to kiss,
Oh, Prince Charming?
He's hoppin' on his horse,
Riding to the sunset,
To get away from you,
So shut your face,
Chew your gum,
And be a ******* diva,
Wearing that ******* crown.*
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
If this is the end
Please make it subtle
If this is the end
Don't threaten me with childish lies
If this is the end
Then I shall miss the beginning, the middle, but certainly not the end.
Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 6:21 AM UTC
Minor chords,
Used to play on my heartstrings,
And clog up my throat,
With tales of fake truths,
And the firm-standing webs of no way out.
Dissonant thoughts,
Used to confuse my brain,
And split it in two,
Because it was made brittle,
By the "right" and "wrong" etched before understood.
Until I found that with the same strings,
And the same voice,
I could find truth.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:36 PM UTC
Let's play a game!
Okay
Not again
We're soldiers in the army!
Cool!
Not again
Let's shoot those bad men!
Yeah!
This isn't fun
Oh no! You're wounded! I'll help you!
Thanks so much, friend!
Friend, really?
There you go, you can rest on my bed
I need it, thanks.
Here we go again
Oh no! Someone's taken your bed now! I guess we'll have to sleep together tonight
Doesn't sound too bad
Yeah...sure it will
The rules say we have to sleep without clothes, oh well.
Ah well, we're both guys, it'll be fine.
Since when has that rule existed?
Oh it's so cold! Can I sleep closer to you?
I'll keep you warm
No you won't! Get up and go home!
My lips are cold
No
No
Too late, I win again
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
So many,
I'm on the edge,
Of running away from,
All the fear and,
Dark thoughts,
That make me sick,
That I know aren't "right",
But I can't escape the fact,
That I defy common sense,
Or common courtesy,
To paint a face,
And be content,
At least in public,
No!
I am not content,
I am different,
I am me,
Which is not who I was told to be.
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Blue and yellow
Pink and green
Red and purple
Outdoor and furniture
Indoor and grass
Attic and basement
Nothing and something
Doesn't have to make sense
To have an impact
Does it?
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 5:02 PM UTC