As days grow long
I make my nights longer
Grabbing at every inch of pointless time
As skies turn blue
I hide inside
To keep away malicious eyes
As pressure fades
I stress myself
Filling my mind with unlikely goals
As night falls
I've failed again
So I sleep with reluctance once more
Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 3:33 PM UTC
***** it all
I have my own mind
My own self to take care of.
So ***** you
I don't need you
I am not anything
That's buy one get one free
Just turn your *** around before I kick it
I don't want you, I have poetry.
Oct 27, 2015
Oct 27, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
Freckles on your face,
Sunshine in your smile,
Promises made on your pinkie,
Memories in your mind,
Steps taken with your soles,
Hands are being held,
Adoration gleaming in your eyes.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
You taught me more than just how to dance...
You showed me cruelty.
Peeled off the cover of reality and showed me meaning.
You wore a mask to blend with the crowd
And hid your vulnerability.
But alone, I saw piece by piece who you were.
A child, negative and unsure.
Your passion burned over your regrets.
You were a man of ignorance and understanding
And joked on things that were immature.
You made me feel special and not.
You confused me and gave me butterflies.
For that I hate you...
And until now, I still try to convince myself that I do.
How could I forget when every aspect of this world repeatedly reminds me of you?
Chills runs through my spine when your name reaches my ears.
And even in silence I still hear your voice.
If only I could just forget.
If only we had of never met.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:11 PM UTC
They become names
Like the rims of baked-bean tins
That have to be handled with care
They are a bunch of flowers
Tied to a lamppost
Or a bench with words carved in
They are a Wikipedia page
Or a library shelf
Or a nothing
A nobody
They swell into memories
Wilted and swimming like wax
They seem to be stood there
When the sunlight blusters
Over dust
Because dust is just dead cells
That we all inhale
Exhale
Like we’ll choke them back into existence
They reside in half-empty
Boxes of tissues
Cigarette packets
The bubbles in lemonade
They become a mantelpiece of photographs
And sympathy cards
Broken toys
Empty T-shirts that you’ll try to turn into puppets
Sat in their wardrobe
They fall into certain songs
Certain car journeys
Occasionally they borrow your tongue
To continue voicing certain phrases
Certain people
Certain places
Certain rooms
Certain tastes
Certain seasons
Certain sunsets
Or maybe they just toss and turn
Beneath the church built of handkerchiefs
Like commuters coffined into underground trains
Wondering whether they can still believe
In tunnels
And golden lights.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
*You see but do not seek
You hear but do not listen
You love but do not forgive*
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:34 AM UTC
There are galaxies in your eyes.
On sleepless nights, I want to stare
Into the constellations in your iris,
And watch as the galaxies spin endlessly
With every breath, every smile, every heartbeat.
I can see, in your eyes
Every ocean, every sea, every body of water.
When you’re calm, they’re lazy rivers,
Gently flowing along.
But as you become passionate, the rivers
Turn into seas, the waves rocking me.
I wouldn’t mind being in space alone
Or being lost at sea,
If it meant I had a little part of you with me.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 5:33 AM UTC
Love is like
a cigarette:
temporary,
but worthless
if kept
unlit.
May 25, 2015
May 25, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC