Paint splatter on my walls
There is nothing but the drips that fall
My mind races to see its colors
but there is nothing but the wet coatings
No trivial guess
or awesome gloating
can be found from my walls
only desperate wondering
and empty spots
needing to be filled
once its done
all I can do is
hope one day
that I can see the colors
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
My pages keep falling out
I glue
and
glue
and
glue
but every time I try they keep falling out
I need to rethink this scheme of mine
A book is an experience
Well my experience is sticky
My thoughts are expressed in its pages but whats a book
without a binding?
A bunch of thoughts with page numbers
oh
wait
mine don't have any
I will keep gluing
but without the cover
it will never
be finished
but
who knows
maybe
it
doesn't
have to
be
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
Coming back to reality is like
swimming in an ocean
knowing that your going to drown
A slap in the face without anyone to comfort you
or having the will to fight back
Having friends but only in pieces of your life
Enjoying there time with you but you know it never last
as long as you want it to
Holding on to them until there time is up
Then
all you want to do is climb back into your dreams
and keep swimming in your ocean
knowing that you will be saved
some day
Being able to fly
knowing that they will be there flying beside you
Stopping time
and filling the cracks in your life that keep breaking
your happiness apart
But in the end
reality is always calling whether we want it to
or
not
Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
I am tired of waking up cold at night
I know your little heart wants all the warmth and joy I can give
in return for the joy you give me each day
but
I really get tired of you stealing all the covers
when you are just a small thirteen year old puppy.
Jul 26, 2014
Jul 26, 2014 at 11:05 PM UTC
How can you say goodbye and not cry?
All through life there are hellos and goodbyes
but know one ever tells you what happens after
Do they live?
Do they die?
Do they go home and slam the door or just move on and live a lie?
Life is unpredictable until it turns on its side and opens up another world
A world where life has meaning
Where everyone you meet gives you a new perspective and makes you grow and become inspired in awesome and sometimes in slightly weird and unexpected ways.
So lets go on living day by day
where we might have to say goodbyes but hopefully never cry.
Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Love is like a bunch of flower blossoms
It starts out small
and then begins to grow
When the first buds appear love begins to ripen
Then in a short time the world begins to brighten
Colors become brighter love reaches out
With millions of petals
Love grows in small unexpected ways
Love is colorful, beautiful,
and blooms every year.
Jan 24, 2014
Jan 24, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC
Ink stains on my hands
I spend ten hours a week trying to describe my passion
through a blood stained carving tool
I waste paper that last over a hundred years trying to make my ideas into realities
Through this whole process my mind rejects my heart saying
" You will never be successful in your passions!"
" You are wasting your time! "
" You will never be able to find something artistic that you love"
I try to ignore these blaring comments by working even harder
My heart is devoted to my passions but sometimes doubts my ambitions
Always cautious and reminding me that I need to find something that I love
It is just so hard not to love the only thing that makes you feel loved
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
With the foggy night comes unease
Sleep depriving dizziness awaits me
Focused on only what needs to be done I forget my surroundings
I might as well be in class than at home in my pajamas
Trying to stay organized but everything just seems disarrayed
Dreading the horrors of tomorrows long day
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 9:47 PM UTC
Why oh why do I follow you?
When you lead me to a foreign place
Where no flowers grow and all the tree's are bare
All I do is follow you
There is nothing to hear and nothing to feel
No sound of animals or insects near
The sky is still blue but with no clouds for comfort
And still I follow you
With eyes like water and hair as black as a raven
With a voice like honey and a smile like the devil
You make me feel as if I hardly know myself
You bring back memories that my desires wish to be real
and my mind wants them to be forgotten
I wish I could run but I know my heart would stop me
She's waiting for us to stop walking
To start somewhere where the flowers bloom and the grass grows
Where we could lay in the sun all day and form the clouds into our most treasured fantasies
But where do you start when your in a foreign place
When all I can do is follow you hoping that you will one day look behind and
realize I've always been there for you.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC
How I wish to be free
To spread my wings
feel the wind on my face
to forget it all
Let go of everything
before I fall
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 1:10 AM UTC