I wanna write about how you make me feel and who makes me feel what.
How much of my emotions are influenced?
How much of my emotions are mine?
I realize that time makes it easier to distance ourselves from turmoil once so close.
When it stares you in the face, obnoxious and intolerable... not even the greenest grass can catch your eye.
Maybe its not either of you, maybe its not any of you.
I'm kinda thinking its just me.
Homegrown apathy.
Self inflicted bliss.
Sweet words and honest eyes
A soul that I can see
Inspiration sits on me
a king or a goblin?
with the most encouraging smile
on fire and submerged without a clue or a query.
Ash my feelings, lights burn out.
Cant trust it'll stay the same as we grow father from this.
Your mind is right until its wrong, until its different, until you turn your head.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Its not even hard to fall back into what we had.
But it feels new, somehow.
Your hands burn me to the touch.
that kind of flame you just want to keep burning
Keep touching
fresh wounds,
they'll heal eventually.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 4:04 PM UTC
I love to learn.
I love lessons.
You have taught me the most important one I gotten in a while.
Hurting someone you love is all the more possible,
all the more probable,
than strangers or villains
Because betrayal cannot exist
without first placing trust.
I can't even say It was hard to build our trust.
Though the weight of trust is a heavy one to bear.
We're only human.
But now, I'm as wary as a cat.
As frightened as an infant torn from his mothers side.
I'm learning. Alone.
With you.
Trying to swallow this lesson.
Forgiving you
is easier than leaving you
this I know for sure,
and that scares me more.
Should I give you up? Should I give this up?
My gut says no. **** no.
But my mind won't forget.
I wish I could forget.
I can't say that it's easy
to look into your eyes.
but harder so to resist your kiss.
Our innocence has faded.
but my love has not.
We're all too human.
Your hands, still soft, leave bruises on my skin. On my heart.
This lesson
etched deep
Im learning.
Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
Social anxiety is a crippling cuff
that restrains you to the solitude of your mattress
Fetal position ready for
the red little monster
whispering inbetween your thoughts
"youre worthless"
......
"they hate you"
because your mind has brushed upon
a poison bush
oozing self doubt and fear
& you know you can fight it
but your day has left you weak;
Unwilling to stand up.
Besides, the tissue surrounding your brain isnt a surface you can easily scratch..
Instant relief is not to be expected...
so, bear the irritation we must
till the light decides to bring with it a calm
The sun is an effective locksmith.
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 8:15 AM UTC
So much is lost in the neuron journey-
from mind to mouth
from ears to you
My mouth is the source of great miscommunications
constantly tripping over thoughts
without the intention, or even a glance back,
to retrieve those scattered words
And so my saddness is audible anger
the lump in my throat was only bypassed with shouting
How is anyone understood at all?
standing under the shade of preconceived personalities
We see OUR point
but others' appear so dull
they dont leave a scratch on the surface
of our concrete cognitions
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC
hurt grows
in the dark un-monitored corners
of the most wonderful, wonderful people
grief is a seed
incubated in all of us
....
unexpectedly the jagged thorns
slash
the gentlest hands reaching out for you
You wont know
You don't notice
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
I saw your hands
brush against my fingertips last night
and stared while you carefully knitted your digits into mine
as if I were a birthday balloon
given to you at school
that you showed off with excitement and pride
I saw you stare at me last night
while I floated in the corner of your room
slowly sinking as the hours passed by
talking in a room full of helium
your voice rose octaves
my eyes never left you
I woke up this morning
touching nothing but my own floor.
Popped by reality.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
we've been fighting over the same things for thousands of years
religion, money, power, land
things that keep us separate
things that keep us fighting
keeping us in the dark
shouldn't we have realized by now
that categorizing humans stagnates progression
because when you're blinded by
ego
hate
ignorance
"differences"
how will you know which direction is forward?
What makes us different
can not compare
to reasons we're the same.
we're the same, don't they understand?
'they' love
we love
'they' pretend salt water has never flooded their eyes
and us,
well, we pretend too.
And though we have yet to see their tears,
and they have yet to notice ours
the blind can still feel
the blind can still listen
the blind can still hope
the blind can still pretend
Pretending we don't all shut our eyes every night,
hoping things will be alright.
hoping blindly
they/us/we
will open our eyes tomorrow
and stop fighting those who love and cry like us.
Realize how alike we humans are.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
I know I'm supposed to be taking it all in..
Enjoying the moments as they pass,
But how can I?
When my mind is directly focused on how empty my hands will feel
as I stare out an airplane window
35,000 feet above and beyond your reach.
And while new frames and background will fill my vision
none will be as interesting
as your eyes
changing shades right in front of me.
I'd never have enough time
to take you all in.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC