To be honest I found you
years ago
but for some reason there's still the thought
Am I what you want?
From that first Hi
there's always been something about
you.
The way you handle yourself just puts me in a daze.
I tried to put up a wall
to erase you from my brain
yet somehow
somehow you managed to find your way back in to my heart
year after year
its always been the same
you make me wonder
if what we have will last
or if what we have will end at the drop of a hat.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
Even if there was a hundred different things just ripping you a part
Id be the magnet to pull you back together
I'd be the light at the end of your tunnel
just dragging you forth so you could make it
Make it to see that at the end of the tunnel
there is something worth seeing
I want to be there at the end and I want you to be able to tell me of the demons that have tucked you in night after night
I want to be there to show you that those demons don't have to tuck you in night after night.
I want to fill that void in your heart
I want to be the one that tucks you in instead
of those demons
those demons that make you wonder
why your heart wont stop beating.
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:29 PM UTC
I sit here waiting
Waiting for all meaningless words
you try so hard to string together
To actually mean something
For all I care this poem could combust
and the only tears I would shed would be of Joy
This assignment is the ****** of English Class
If I wanted to talk about my feelings
I’d pay pay someone to listen to me whine
This is ofcourse not my cup of tea
It’s a cup of poison
sliding down my throat and pulsing through my veins
Writing used to be my sunburn
The fuel that lit my fire
Now I just want to set fire to all my English assignments
English Teachers give us these squares with smaller squares with words
Oh follow this or you’ll fail
Yes college is great... if you decide to go
Everyone is different
You stump our creative flow
with these squares with words
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:50 PM UTC
Its easy to rant out loud
about how school ***** and how
I stubbed my toe last night
But the thing is...
I don’t think I’ll ever be able to write about my feelings
Ill never be able to express how it felt to lose a loved one
Or how I always am wondering when justice and equality will take a stand
in this ****** up world.
I don’t see myself as the type to just sit and write
Write about things that seem to be important and leaving myself there to wonder
Who am I to stand in front of people whose words and feelings can just spill out onto paper
as if they were throwing up their beautiful thoughts
I want to be able to throw up those beautiful things on paper
that can steal away your attention in a split second.
Here I stand in front of a room filled with people but to me its just an empty room
maybe if I just close my eyes I’ll see the stars
that seem to keep the moon company every single night
and maybe they’ll keep me company
as I spill out these thoughts that make me crazy in my own little world that is my head.
I wish you could understand
that I fear and tremble in terror
Truth be told
Id rather die then try to explain these words
these words that I seem to
jumble up and can't seem to pronounce right
I have so much to say
and yet some how I can't find the way.
why is it so hard
so hard for you to see that these words that I'm trying to say actually mean something
that I actually mean something
you just sit there and stare
with that blank wide eyed look on your face
I just can’t understand what it is
what it truly is that you want from me
Some how all my words lead back to you
just constantly trying to please
you.
I know these words won’t hit you like they hit me
but one day
maybe just one day they will.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 1:47 PM UTC