i got admitted to a place to learn a new language
i met saints and ancient evils along the way
have you ever felt like growing colorful?
today marks a year after this place got a new paint job
i got admitted to attain new colors again
and this paint job simply never ends
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 12:15 PM UTC
she's counting her bills
and counting on her prayers
he left before she knew what it meant to stay
she spent years of her childhood building herself alone
hoping that she would be loved when fully built
she ate her pride and drank her hopes, then
she lost her pride and bought new hopes
she's spending years building herself alone
for herself alone
she figured out what it means to stay
she's counting on her bills
and counting her prayers
Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 9:11 AM UTC
some people have their heads in the cloud because they're falling stars
some people dance in the rain because they can't take shelter
i'm not watering down your fight
i'm not burying my might
some days you ask where this plane is going and some days you realize you're on a train
most days you don't
how free are you?
does it matter?
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
the sky guarding your sleep
the clouds keeping you warm
the wind whispering lullabies
the fire dying and resurrecting
the wolves calling for moons
the trees shivering
i asked mother nature once
she loves you
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:49 AM UTC
i met someone approximately six years ago
he resembles you so much
i thought you were his brother
he thought i cared about him
the year after that, i got to know someone
but i never got to know him fully
at least not until three years after that
he took long to be understood; but he is
then you thought i would stay by your side
i wanted to, but never did
you're taking long to be understood
and when i thought you are, you aren't
so to answer your question,
i have met thousands of your kind
and have met you for the first time twice
but you, sir, still remain a question for me
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 10:04 AM UTC
i remember being in a car when i was four years old, looking outside and smiling, being thankful that it hadn't rained for months.
i remember walking down this very pavement when it was slippery and i was six and wanting nothing else but to go home
i remember going to my best friend's house when water flooded the streets, i fell down and bruised my knee
i remember seeing a woman lose her shoe during a flood
i feel like i wasn't made to love rain. i love it when it ends. i love the smell of the grass after it rains. i love rainbows. i love all the cliches of it.
to answer your question,
i loved the rain exactly twice in my life
the second one being last june
you left in july and i haven't loved rain since
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 8:51 AM UTC
I'm sorry you couldn't sleep I'm sorry you were awake in someone else's dream I'm sorry it was mine again
Nov 28, 2015
Nov 28, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
do you ever miss home
do you ever miss the people chanting your name
do you ever miss hearing your name pronounced properly
do you ever miss this shade of red
do you ever miss home?
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 7:11 AM UTC
she's the violent pouring rain.
this lightning strikes the same way every time it rains. the same boy hides every time it blares. his mother stays to shoo his fears. the girl goes outside to see her favorite color.
he said she has gone out of reach. she said she's getting better. he said she should've stayed. she said he should've listened.
his mother sits beside him to soothe his wounds.
he's the smell of the grass after rain,
and she can't stand ending herself.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
tonight it got so hard and i called you
saturday, i said
maybe you'd forgive me for leaving you
on that day when you decided not to stay
i'm sorry that you went astray
i just realized that i did too
i'm sorry that i had the heart to ask for forever
without asking myself how long it could get
we went on our separate ways with our egos above water
with bags of our dreams that were already dead
tonight it got so hard and i called you
saturday, i said
maybe we can find our way back home
maybe i can finally feel not alone
Sep 22, 2015
Sep 22, 2015 at 10:24 AM UTC