It hurts,
it stings,
it makes me cry,
it makes me laugh,
it feels like my heart will explode...
why do people want this?
Jun 23, 2023
Jun 23, 2023 at 1:18 AM UTC
The wind kisses my lips.
The birds talk to me.
The oceans rocks me to sleep.
The tree branches hold my hand.
The sun hugs my body.
Me and the clouds play games.
You're always with me.
May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 10:53 PM UTC
I wish I could describe the empty I fill...
But there aren't enough words to
feel it.
May 10, 2020
May 10, 2020 at 11:05 PM UTC
That night I almost went crazy
Seeing her posted up with my baby.
Not my man, it can't be...
Is this really how he doin' me?
My body on the ground
Knees to chest, heart to feet, mind gone...
This is starting out like a song...
My heart sings pain, my mind harmonizes insane...
Should mean I'm a genius but I'm just...
Heart broken.
Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 8:14 AM UTC
Motivated... yet unmotivated to write...
Scared of what secrets my pen will tell,
afraid of the pain my heart will remember.
It's not writer's block,
more like heart-block.
That feeling of breaking into pieces,
scattered across the floor
rolling under the bed... my senses.
My fears cling to the ceiling,
my tears fill my bath tub.
That night my lover proved to me
that I was living a scripted TV show.
What I thought was my reality
was fake.
Pathetic I was,
for lowering myself for a man
that was never worthy to call me his.
Visions of my future disappeared,
everything got hazy.
How in four months can I get over what I though was the love of my life?
Unfortunately, I have to report that I'm DOA.
Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 6:08 PM UTC
You erode my thoughts like
battery acid to an engine.
Thinking about is like
oxygen deprivation,
I'm suffocating on my desire
to be with you.
You play traffic in my mind--
at green I go
at yellow I slow down
at red my heart stops,
come to a complete halt.
If madness drove Vincent van Gogh
to cut off his ear
I wonder what extreme infatuation
will cause me to do?
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 12:43 PM UTC
Leaving me to wallow in my mistakes of yesterday that
will plague me
tomorrow.
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 2:14 AM UTC
Happiness called my name... but I didn't answer.
I knew that it was another trick, used to get my attention.
A set-up for the ultimate defeat and heartbreak.
I loved before... it was pure. It was good. It was quite
literally everything.
Just how the mind wakes you up
after you die in a dream because death is something
outside of our imagination so was the amount
of feelings I could have for another.
The time has come where I must let my lover
love life. That means never having the
life we talked about. All those wishes
will never be granted.
So that's why I say when happiness called I
didn't answer.
I responded the last time and now I'm sitting
here writing about having to let go the love of my life
in a puddle of tears.
Oct 7, 2017
Oct 7, 2017 at 2:46 PM UTC
Why do I write poetry?
I've never though of it
like that.
Free verse is my preferred style
that's because these words
are my diary.
I give my emotions and feelings
on a plate for no fee.
I like having the ability
to just express me.
I let the words rip...
just really as simple as that
sometimes I can rhyme
other times eh... why bother.
Whatever comes to me
is what I put down.
I know I'm finished when
my chest isn't as tight,
when my breathing
is easy...
I know I'm done when the last
tear falls down.
I know... when I feel relieved.
Yea I love to write poetry, it's my therapy.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 4:31 AM UTC
When you find yourself in the dark
know that I am your light.
When you feel alone,
know I am right by your side.
When you think you've had enough
just think about me.
And if you fall down,
I'll be your crutch.
Aug 13, 2017
Aug 13, 2017 at 4:26 AM UTC