There were days
I remembered
To put my heart on my sleeve.
The other days
I hid it
So deep inside my body
I couldn’t find it for myself.
The terror of anyone finding
Me judging me
Seemed to linger in the air
I inhaled.
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
i don't know how people walk the streets of this city as if they were simple streets
a synagogue stood there once
and there
and there
and there
these streets are to be hiked, these streets are trees
these streets were clean until a man was forced to scrub them
and another man
and another man
and another man
a mountain of words disappeared into smoke right there
and there
and there
and there
people were next
and next and next and next and next and next
these streets will talk to anybody willing to listen, nightmares galore
a waggon stopped there once
and there neighbors
and there teachers
and there doctors
and there students
and there friends
and there humans
we didn't know what was happening, we didn't know, we didn't know
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
I let different boys touch me
Because I wanted to know
Even for a second
What it felt like to be loved
Even if the love was cheap
And it tasted like ***
Like the punchline to a joke
I never got because it was me
I let different boys have different parts of me
Parts they didn't deserve
But I offered up willingly because I couldn't give anything else
after you broke me
I was looking for different fingers
to place different pieces and hoping the outcome
would be a masterpiece
Maybe one of them would find a way
to cover up the handprints you left all over me
I let different boys touch me because I had to prove to myself
you wouldn't be the only one
that these scars marking my body wouldn't define
my worth to be loved
I am not entirely sure
you aren't the only one who could ever touch me without slightly flinching
I let different boys touch me because that is all I have been taught
To be a joke
To be silent
To be ready to give until you have nothing left
- they keep leaving me and I am to scared to offer up anything more than my body to get them to stay
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:33 AM UTC
You are my poetry,
Sometimes you are easy to understand,
Sometimes you are hard,
And sometimes you are beyond my reach,
But you are so beautiful,
That I don't want to give up on you
Sometimes the things that you say,
Fly over my head,
Leaving me dazed and confused,
But I love you
Sometimes you are what you say you are,
And sometimes you take it too far,
There are things I like about you,
And things I don't,
But they make you, You
So, I want both
You are all the great poets fused into one body,
One perfect poetry
Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 6:01 PM UTC
I feel helpless.
Like a very small fish
in a very small bowl.
But sometimes,
you make me feel
like an even smaller fish
in an infinitely vast ocean.
I am torn apart by the currents of your anger-
Tossed and shaken,
Until I am left confused and
Alone
in the depth of your problems,
which you choose not to share with me;
and watch in enjoyment
as I struggle to figure things out for myself.
But, at the end of the day, I know I will be captured yet again,
only to be placed back into my suffocating home-
where you tap on the glass,
until I turn
belly-up.
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 10:41 AM UTC
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC
you think of me, therefore i am.
you think of me not, therefore i am not.
how could i be, when you've got all of me.
think of me so i can think of you, i only am, when i think of you.
please think of me and let me be.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC
and I would rather
hear noises and see people
that do not exist
than be so alone to
not hear nor see
anyone
at all
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 7:10 PM UTC