Im stubborn,
I have a big mouth,
I speak my mind
whenever I want
I have values,
I stick to those.
I bite my nails when Im nervous
I stutter sometimes.
Im really anxious.
I never know what Im doing
I don't like making plans.
Im confusing as hell.
I love.
I love very hard, and very soft.
Im a paradox of all things.
Im an Extremist or nothing at all.
My heart beats at one high speed
or not at all.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:47 PM UTC
You held my hand and I knew.
I didn't know what I knew.
I smiled back
You asked what I was thinking
I lied
"Nothing"
Was I really lying?
I wasn't thinking, it was a feeling.
So I was telling the truth.
Its all relative,
who knows whats the truth?
Its all what you want it to to be.
and I want
you
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
I ain’t like those any other story
That you put on a shelf
And read whenever you please
I’m not the kind of story
That collects dust
And wait for someone to pick me up
I always try to find my way
In every way possible
In every human I meet
In every heart, bones
In every ink my pen produce
In everything I see
I am that kind of story
That kind you can’t leave in the best part
That kind you will cry with the worst part
That kind you can’t forget even if you tried
That kind of story you will be wondering why
I am that kind of story
I’m a best seller
A limited edition print
A classic
A nonfiction
A real romance
I have battled dragons
Pirates and Evil queens
Uses magic to conquer them
By all means
I am that kind of story
My intro is soft and sweet
Altered chapter
Read between the lines
I promise I’ll patch the conflict
And build suspense
For now enjoy my ******
Cause I’m still rewriting the ending
I am that kind of story
But you still put me on a shelf
Just to purely fill space in your library
Someone else has come around
And never put me down
He have seen the value I see in me
He go beyond the cover
See me as more than pretty words & poetry
And come back & find I’m gone
Not a trace of my ink, my page or my words
And you’ll realize
I was best story you’ve ever been apart of
because I am that kind of story.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC
I wanted to be near you
I hope you don't mind me
making you feel close
making you feel home
we're not entirely lost
my hands were between my thighs
as you walked me through the line
where misconceptions were all about
"hey, please don't cry"
all I wanted was to improve
doesn't matter who was him to prove
that trust was not something to do for good
trusting him was the treasure
that I would take it as a pleasure
only if he'd stayed
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:53 AM UTC
Left me hanging
a slow sway
the swing screaches -
loud and long.
Rusty
worn out
..swaying..
the wind stopped
it came to a halt
motionless
alone-
A silent storm
Sep 13, 2015
Sep 13, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC