Leave your mark on me.
Your finger tips
Between mine.
Your lips on bare skin
Like pen on bare paper.
Write me a poem.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:30 AM UTC
i told you to let me go,
but at the same time though,
i want to be in your arms,
and brush your cheeks with my thumb.
as the trees lost their leaves,
neither of us knew how to breathe,
because even though we were falling apart,
i knew exactly where we came from.
Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 10:22 AM UTC
Down this lonely road,
Trees hang over with a melancholy tone.
I carry a burdensome load,
Which I have hardly ever shown.
Along these yellow lines I walk,
I know the end of the path is near.
Everything is silent, so I refuse to talk,
When it is dark I shall show no fear.
I lift my head to see the way,
I will close my eyes for only a moment.
At the end I know I will pay,
For things I said and did: thus atonement.
These scars I carry will eventually fade,
When I choose to stop reopening them.
I cannot stop here in the shade,
For I have a while to walk past them.
Five years now I have fallen down,
A lonely path never trodden.
I pretend to wear a gem filled crown,
Only to feel it and find it rusted and sodden.
My coat is wet and worn,
My shoes’ tread long gone.
My shirt is ***** and torn,
But I choose to walk on.
Because at the end of this dark path I see,
A home worth walking towards.
With a family who truly loves me,
I have no choice but to walk forward.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
Inside of my head:
It is lighter than white,
And it’s darker than black.
Inside my chest it’s all tight,
Like my hearts in a sack.
Before I fall asleep, I try not to think;
My eyes start watering up and I can hardly blink.
It’s like walking up forty flights of stairs to my own plight.
I want to climb up just for the sight.
But whenever I look up at the night,
You are the only thing I see tonight.
I’m up in the air like a kite,
Then I fall to the bottom before I can find flight.
It’s like I’m living in another day or another time.
And in my fear of losing myself, I lose my mind.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:13 AM UTC
There is a door at the end of this hall,
And I’m going to go through it.
There are clouds up in the sky,
And I’m going to go view them.
As soon as I get through this hall.
The doorway is large and I am narrow.
Yet the farther I go down the hall,
The longer it gets.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:16 AM UTC
If all I did was write poems,
I’d be writing for days and days.
If all I did was homework,
I’d **** myself in many different ways.
If all I did was work I didn't want to do,
I’d make sure I’d get paid.
If all I did was sing songs,
I’d have to find a guitar to play.
If all I did was sit around eating,
My best friend would be Lay’s.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 8:08 AM UTC
Rich, black soil
All around.
I cup my ear to hear the sound.
Of your voice,
Neither near or far.
You’ve left me standing
With a diamond in a jar.
You say,
“You reap just what you sow.”
Then tell me how long
Till my garden grows?
Cuz I am continuously
Falling down;
Planting my diamonds
In the ground.
Maybe one day they’ll
Grow into a tree.
And sprout diamonds
From every leaf.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:50 AM UTC
“CONFUSED” “BOSSY”
“FAKE”
“CREATIVE”
“INDEPENDENT”
“ANGRY” “POETIC”
“UNIQUE”
“RUDE” “DEPENDANT” “MEAN”
“ANNOYING”
“UGLY” “GROUCHY” ****
“IRRESPONSIBLE”
“GOING TO DO GREAT THINGS.”
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:36 AM UTC
I don’t care if you’ve got long hair,
If it’s short or if it’s pink.
I don’t care if you’re short as a stump,
Or tall as a tree.
All I care is how much you love.
Is it a little,
Or a lot?
If we were to fight,
Would it be right,
To put some space in the middle?
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
The world is full of
Kings and Queens
Who blind your choices
And steal your dreams.
They put fake crowns
On our heads.
Soon all of these towns
Will be full of dread.
Shh…
Don’t move.
Everyone stay quiet.
No one play a tune.
No one write a poem.
No one sing a song.
No one do a dance.
But I won’t buy it.
Somewhere in this lonely world,
There has to be a sound.
Even in this science and math world,
There has to be some color.
Even if I am the last artist in the world,
I will do my part.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 9:16 AM UTC