I often have nightmares,
that the moment I leave your wandering gaze
I'll cease to exist.
Teach me to exist when you're not around...
please.
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 3:39 PM UTC
"it was a long time ago" he says
as he hides his tears with a grin
she asks, "Are you okay?"
he grins, he lets out a failed laugh, he lies
she sees straight through his act
she asks, "Are you okay?"
tears swelling in the corners of his eyes, he lies
she waits for them to be wiped away sneakily
she asks, "Are you okay?"
he looks her in the eye, using all his strength he lies
she says she believes him, she breaks eye contact
she asks, "Are you sure? It's okay if you aren't"
he shakes his head, he falls towards her embrace,
"I'm sorry for being so difficult" he says
vulnerably
she says, "When are you going to move on"
and turns her back to him and leaves
as he cries alone in the dark
May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 3:37 PM UTC
in contempt lay my complacent corpse
gathered round my complaisant heart
hidden smiles as you bleed me bare
a cynical altruist
as I fall on this pre-placed sword
lay me down slow for your own benefit
gluttonous for this unsatisfactory high
addicted to these moments all the same
victim to codependency
allow these disillusions of granduer
to satisfy my needs
I save you to save me
Mar 20, 2022
Mar 20, 2022 at 5:02 PM UTC
all inclusive isolation
a populated loneliness looms
surrounded but never included
the sharing of unpleasant pleasantries
a ghost in the shell
portraying unfamiliar emotions, atop unfamiliar smiles
destined to be destined without
without care, always there
without a home, a sheltered existence
Feb 26, 2022
Feb 26, 2022 at 3:52 PM UTC
Just another self-indulged addict
Addicted to the attention writing brings
So I indulge this hobby that separates me from them
In hopes you'll give me my next fix
And sustain me the days my creativity runs dry
A writers block
An addicts road to recovery
I write to be different
I write for the attention
I write for my addiction.
Dec 2, 2021
Dec 2, 2021 at 6:04 PM UTC
our love was never pure
for love is just hate, not yet conceived
the gatekeeper to all my demons
she flourished in my pain
our love was never real
it withered away, we withered apart
no longer the puppeteer to my puppet
the strings on my heart lay cut
my heart was yours
until you sold my love to another
your rose tinted lips, hid all your lies
drugged me to the truth, hid all your reg flags
I hate her more than I ever did love
Nov 22, 2021
Nov 22, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
so starts my final journey, a slow decline
first the memories, of that night, of you
memories i have had my entire lifetime, fading
show images of a life i know not of
disconnected from my own thoughts
as if a stranger thought them on my behalf
my voice longer pierces the silence of my mind
instead now i hear a stranger
these sleepless nights, accompany these sun lit blackouts
i fear i am changing, into what i do not know
and hope to never find out
soon i fear my face will haunt me in the mirror,
my eyes will stare back blankly
staring into a face he knows not who
Nov 12, 2021
Nov 12, 2021 at 5:46 PM UTC
Suffocating under these feathered weights
Gripping the cliff side with my failing ideals
Swept away in my daily dose of crippling uncertainty
An overworked mind, an underutilized soul
Drifting with the current, as the sun's rays say goodbye
Parting words you never said to me
Oct 14, 2021
Oct 14, 2021 at 8:35 PM UTC
pause
stop the earth in its rotation so that she's the only one circling my mind
stall the light from the distant stars on its arrival so that hers can shine brightest
cover the skies in misty grey clouds to trap my final thoughts of her
have the birds chirp her favorite melody so that her memory may go on
demand the leaves to bristle according to her fading heartbeat
name the day after of her so that she will never be forgotten
capture the last of her diamond tears in your minds camera roll
fill every streets ambience with the hum of her voice
share these feelings with the world around
all so that my grief won't go unnoticed
in a world where she still lives, only in someone else's arms
Oct 7, 2021
Oct 7, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
Mundane celebrations to mask our ever closing demise
Working 9 to 5s, never fully enjoying our limited lives
Never knowing which day will be our last
So we choose to slave away for a world
That we will never fully experience
In the hopes our successors will enjoy the fruits of our labor
But inevitably enjoy the same propaganda pamphlets that their parents once read
And slave for a world, that their successors might enjoy
All the while, the reapers scythe sharpens.
Sep 4, 2021
Sep 4, 2021 at 6:06 PM UTC