because we are
living poetry,
breathing words
walking the street of songs
feeling the essence of life
in between our fingers,
at the tip of our tongue,
at the top of our lungs.
Jan 4, 2018
Jan 4, 2018 at 1:38 PM UTC
when i made this promise, the silver linings are surfacing;
or so i thought.
then things happened, harsh words came time and time again
between careless tongue and restless mind and regret
that came a little too late.
and that's how the heart gets hurt.
so here they are, twinkling in my hand like cold stars--hello again,
--it was a nice three months and i thought i would never have to
hurt you again.
here is for another promise i broke.
- for every inch of skin i have slashed in attempt to
make myself pay.
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 12:22 AM UTC
and when they ask you what was i in your life tell them i was the sun. tell them i gave life to your mornings and you could not live without me yet you turned your face away because my light was too strong.
Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 1:34 AM UTC
three years,
and you thought only people
could leave.
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 4:11 AM UTC
i passed a bridge today.
there was a lake below, green and sparkling and tempting; promising peace and solitude.
the bridge was red and long, and i was stomping my feet;
trying so hard
not to jump.
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
embrace your scars,
wear them proudly like bracelets on your wrist,
kiss them like a lover,
they are just like you;
they want to be wanted, to be seen
by you.
let them know you are not ashamed of them
let them speaks your worst nights and thoughts,
your scarred past,
your helplessness,
for you.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 5:00 AM UTC
i watched her suffer when the first one was going to a medical school,
knew she would spent years ahead in hell trying to defend her,
i watched her suffer when the second was going to college
and she couldn't afford a proper addition course to make her feel more confident,
i watched her suffer when the third was going to follow the others,
and she was slamming herself bones by bones to make sure she had all the sources,
i watched her suffer and suffer and suffer
for everyone but herself,
and if that doesn't enough to break me in every way possible,
i don't know what else will do.
Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 3:40 AM UTC
i cut myself today
once, twice, thrice,
and i wonder why
it felt so good
i wonder why
it felt
so
relieving.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 1:31 AM UTC
my kind of guy is quiet, sort of,
my kind of guy wears long-sleeve striped shirt,
my kind of guy has voice so warm and encouraging it makes me feel brave,
my kind of guy listens to ed sheeran and sam smith and knows i love kelly clarkson,
my kind of guy wears black shoes on daily basis like a charm,
my kind of guy gives me a bottle of water when i was dehydrated without i even realized,
my kind of guy saves the hardest thing for himself,
my kind of guy sacrifices his own freedom for a friend,
my kind of guy is ambitiously calming,
my kind of guy babbles non-sense and laughs at his own jokes,
my kind of guy receives a scholarship and is an internal field coordinator at student council,
my kind of guy loves to listen to people like it's the bestest thing to do,
my kind of guy has the kindest eyes and smile so endearing, the kind of smile that doesn't take away your breath but grows the even bigger smile on your face,
my kind of guy is him,
my kind of guy is the kind of guy
i don't deserve.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 9:01 AM UTC
she was just a usual college girl at a glance,
look closer and you will see how her eyes dead
her lips dry with wounds all over and they are still red
one day she took a writing class because
she had nowhere to go
there was this one time the white-haired guy
with fatherly smile who called himself a professor,
raised one of the students' work and complimented
the suicide ending of the main character
he read it and she thought how it was true,
but then everyone started writing about
depression and self-loathing and
cutting yourself
biting your lips
clawing your cheeks
and ended with someone's hanging or choking in pills
she asked one of them who had written so,
'have you ever stood over a bridge
and your legs just felt like they were
going to betray you and every ounce of faith
you ever had in everything you thought you believed in?'
when she saw the strange look pointed at her,
she knew she was talking to a wrong person.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 6:00 AM UTC