I don't live within the walls,
I don't live between parentheses,
I don't grow towards the light,
I live underground,
Overwhelmed and dissatisfied,
Detached and fretful,
Still thinking my life is my own and my choices have meaning.
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 1:06 PM UTC
I can plan out a lifetime based on one look,
A glance in my direction,
Though disputed,
Can prompt my imagination.
Our life would be happy,
Without harsh judgement,
You'd hold me close,
And laugh when I made the coffee wrong,
But we'd be happy.
This disputed glance,
Probably aimed at her,
Not the deeply loving girl,
Slightly to the right.
Apr 16, 2019
Apr 16, 2019 at 9:02 AM UTC
If a proxy war could end this town,
I'd spend the day searching for those eyes,
your eyes,
I'd take up arms in a secret spot,
our spot,
I'd barricade myself within,
a steel fort,
And refuse to leave without a fight.
Apr 10, 2019
Apr 10, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
I think maybe if we believed we were worth it,
For more than one second each day,
the world would become a brighter,
more welcoming place .
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 4:06 PM UTC
Your name was used in class today ,
Talked about for at least five minutes ,
Possibly more once I'd processed what was happening ,
I forgot about you ,
for that I apologise ,
you were a silent hero of mine and as I observed situations I felt you observe me ,
of course you weren't ,
but I still miss your presence .
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:18 PM UTC
writing poetry is like writing to an old friend ,
one you haven't heard from in years ,
one that , frankly , you forgot existed ,
you meet for coffee , discuss weekend plans and live in each others light ,
you'll still try to prove something ,
whether you're ready or right or fine,
eventually you'd part ways after promising you'd meet up again ,
for coffee in that same corner shop ,
on a gloomy day ,
to reminisce .
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Do you think it would be okay if I sat ?
If I took this opportunity to talk ,
and you to listen ,
For me to sort my thoughts ,
for you to see my cheeks redden .
Perhaps it would be alright if I stared a little longer than I should've ?
Maybe if you were staring back we'd be okay ,
for me to watch you avert your gaze,
If you could quiet the noise for a second ,
there's no end to your power ,
Silence my nerves with a look ,
appreciate movement .
If I could just accompany you for a minute ?
I'd tell you all about yourself ,
the you I believe in ,
the person I hoped you'd bring out in me .
But by all means ,
this seat is saved for someone else ,
my intentions remain pure ,
wait for her ,
I'll wait for you .
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
you lived on through the words ,
and I through the music ,
both existing on pages ,
never quite in sync ,
your sigh could turn a few pages , graceful and light ,
mine could sink a ship somewhere off the Pacific ,
my words looked out of place on the pages ,
yours curved with that sense of heaven ,
my book lies open , unused , upon a desk somewhere ,
while you furiously scribble in yours .
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
you are fading ,
i hate change ,
i hate it almost as much as i hate non capitalised letters ,
or poorly punctuated - sentences ,
you may not think you're fading ,
but you are ,
and once you've been drained ,
that will be it ,
there will be no restoration of colour ,
no feeling of content ,
beware my fragile brain because you are fading fast ,
faster than i'd ever have imagined.
Nov 22, 2018
Nov 22, 2018 at 3:25 PM UTC
If you felt it too ,
why didn't you speak ?
Did you feel scared ?
was it just me who panicked ?
Perhaps you'd gotten so good at hiding it ,
that by the end it meant nothing ,
a deep fear ,
a confusion unknown .
If you felt it too ,
you should've spoke .
Made me see what you felt ,
no matter how intense ,
I would've understood ,
perhaps even agreed .
But now it's too late and the feelings are fading .
Summer mislead me ,
but autumn has power .
Oct 10, 2018
Oct 10, 2018 at 10:57 AM UTC