my mind is awake
with you
dont leave me yet
the alcohol slips through your lips
is that pain i see?
it must be.
and the blunt isnt enough to mask it
either
i see you
broken
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:42 PM UTC
i realize that things are
different
now
i cant look at the truth
but it remains
and im gone
the night swallows me whole as i try to
escape
what i fear most
and i cannot face it yet
maybe ever
and the wind soaks into my skin
and im alive
even just for a moment
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:37 PM UTC
Its hard to find that
true
that people say exist.
I see you,
and your smile
could only be fake.
For I have never experienced such a thing.
But no,
it is as real as anything,
it glows and this
I know.
The depth of you,
all of who you are,
and will become to be,
is simply
extraordinary.
Maybe its hard to believe,
but I see the twinkling
magic,
in your eyes.
I will never cease to believe
your light
that I have discovered.
Somehow
I feel more connected
to that light
and I am forever
grateful.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC
It is hard to
comprehend,
what you mean to me.
I could fall to you
and
I don't think
I would
mind.
But the real question
too crossed to
understand.
For where are you now?
You have tried so hard,
for
I have seen it, a glimpse.
I witness your grief,
dear,
and its all too
familiar.
We are the same,
but you left,
and I was gone once again.
We could have shared,
such a simple
occurrence.
But even that was taken.
Dear,
I've been lost.
But finding you is only the
beginning.
Because,
it seems,
your walls are almost as tall,
and thick,
as mine.
And you lost yourself as well,
along the way,
once upon a time,
and I return, and
I see it.
Disconnecting completely,
and this time,
I understand.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:47 AM UTC
I would
give
just so much for
this.
This simple motion,
what is this now?
Not love surely,
nothing close to that.
For how is that
word
even used in one's
vocabulary?
Shrinking under the weight of your
stares,
It is my only choice.
I can feel you
across the
universe
and I used
to just let it be.
But
I have waited
and
now your eyes have gone missing.
I used to live there
in those magical,
mesmerizing
sea arson eyes.
For the fire burns the waves
that your water eyes possess.
But too faded now.
I used to let it be
until today
when
it ceased to be actually
okay.
What are these walls?
Not cement,
for all I do,
is one simple touch,
causing that downfall.
Collapsing, caving,
you're exposed now.
I see you, Naomi.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:41 AM UTC
It is a hasty
life
so they say
and I could not agree more.
The soft sighs of you
distract
the ideas you have of the
truth.
Lies to me
are
much too real.
Live in the way I know
and then
perhaps,
you may know me once more.
Sacrifice
is what I've heard
of you
and
she is too real.
And then in truth,
the mirror
cracks.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:35 AM UTC
Loving a flower
is so
easy,
and I have seen it done before.
For there are those,
innocence,
creating daisy crowns,
happily.
or lovers,
exchanging roses,
emotions bursting,
publicly.
But you are one of those,
but whole.
For innocence and beauty simply
cannot
sum up all of who you are.
Magic,
living within yourself
has caused your
downfall,
but you are living,
spinning out,
now.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
It is hard to
fathom
such a world
How should I exist now?
The loneliness of this paved
pathway
is almost too much
Overwhelmed by thoughts of what
could be.
The concrete feels too heavy,
dull silver reflections,
underneath my feet.
Where am I going?
Beloved,
I finally see you.
But the truth is,
the invisibility is
blinding,
even to you.
I'm here, remembering,
existing.
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 9:22 AM UTC
Here’s to the girls who have so much to give and no one to give it to.
The ones who spent their freshmen homecoming crying under a table.
The ones who take pills everyday praying it will take the pain away.
The girls who went through high school invisible
and the ones that are still trying to heal from that.
Here’s to the girls that have scars on their skin and even deeper ones on their heart.
Here’s to the tears that have become all too familiar.
Here’s to the endless nights, ragged breathing, and bloodshot eyes.
Here’s to the girls who know pain,
who have been through it all yet still choose to have a soft heart.
The girls that still chose to fill their lungs with air.
Here’s to the girls who haven’t given up.
The girls who have hope that burns in their souls and shines in even the darkest of nights.
Here’s to you. Here’s to me.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:35 PM UTC
I was free
once
and that is something
I hold on to,
desperate.
Desperate,
for the touch of what
was,
and the knowledge of
the truth.
The truth,
could not,
anger me in ways
you always will.
You always will
be me,
my love,
and
I was free.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC