I see myself in the fading flowers
That rest beneath the distant sun
Those whose growth has been cut short
By being surrounded by others' painful thorns
I see myself in their broken leaves
And grayish colors
I see myself in their silent griefs
And all their life-long sorrows
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 1:45 PM UTC
Darling,
The opposite of love isn't hate
It's indifference.
It is leaving right before dawn
Opening my eyes as we kiss
Burning your letters
Collecting your tears
Ignoring your calls
Letting my feeling flow in the air
And never reaching you
Allowing you to believe I might hold your hand one day
Darling,
The opposite of love is me.
May 1, 2016
May 1, 2016 at 9:06 PM UTC
When the city falls asleep
And the lights are all turned off
There’s a weeping you can hear
Of a mother
Of a child
Of a soldier
Of a heart
The weeping is prolonged
It torments me to compare
The tears that are being shed
To the thousands of stars on the evening sky
And how unfortunate for the moon
To have to witness such a fool
Writing so late at night
But this is something I cannot miss
A tear is often taken for granted
But many at once is such a bliss
It gives me hope
It fills me with faith
That people feel at night
Even if they hide behind a mask during the day
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:27 AM UTC
She pierced my heart with just a glance
I couldn’t help but laugh
At that poor, jealous girl
And even then, she kept my heart
And held out hers
For me to take
But I declined it
She’s just a jealous girl
Walking by, she looks down as I kiss another
I hold her hand
And dry her tears
Whisper a sweet word in her ear
But she’s just another
Jealous girl
Don’t text her back
Flirt with her friends
Who cares, right?
She’s only jealous
Years gone by
Bed’s gone cold
And now here I am
Writing about her
Her blood has turned into ink
Her sadness into love
And I can’t help but wonder:
Where the heck is my jealous girl?
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:24 AM UTC
He left me black and blue
Inside and out
They say words can’t hurt
But that’s a lie
Words can ****
That’s no surprise
He left me black and blue
Jan 2, 2016
Jan 2, 2016 at 3:20 AM UTC
By 7pm I will get dressed in my night gown
And leave the window open
Like some corny movie form the 70’s
I will hope you climb through my window and make love to me
By 8:30 I might turn on the news and mute the TV just to pretend I care about the world
At 9 I will turn my phone off, after checking 337 times if you have texted back
When suddenly realizing you have not
I will open the bottle of wine that’s hidden in my closet
By 10:30 I will probably be too drunk to realize I am drunk
So I will turn my phone back on
And realize love life is lacking
Or life at all
By 11 you will have turned your phone off
Probably annoyed at woman who keeps ringing
Me
By 11:15 I will surrender into my room
Probably too drunk to stand on my own
I will turn computer on and begin typing
It’s 12:14 now.
Wondering if sheep count drunk women as they fall asleep
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
I was too distracted by the green in your eyes
That I forgot to hear your voice
When it was calling her name
And not mine
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC