It's hard to be happy sometimes.
I mean everyone can be happy just about most the time.
But it's the whole trying to keep that happiness going that hurts.
I mean a runner can only run for so long.
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
love,
its a four lettered word
so carelessly cast about these days
between people who barely understand its proper meaning.
its been shortened down to acronyms that barely holds any of its true power
people then say it and treat it as such a casual word
not understanding what kind of effect it has to
those who truly understand its meaning
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:46 PM UTC
theres something in your eyes
i didnt see an second before
something to the way you curl your lips
something to the way you grip my waist when we dance
something to the way you flash your devilish grin at me after a wink
is there something on your mind?
is it to do with the way you rake me up and down while i dance?
or the fact i saw something white at the bottom of my glass before i drank it down?
i only met you a few minutes before
and you seemed nice enough when you bought me a drink
only now you dont seem so nice when i blink once more
and im no longer dancing or laughing with my friends
im lying in a cold dark room with my clothes torn
and bruises on my legs as though i had a horrific battle
and the sickening feeling im not quite what i was a few minutes ago
Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:40 PM UTC
there's something about her
you just cant figure out
she runs with her legs
slightly wobbling
she comes last in her whole year
yet she smiles like shes
won the olympics
she falls over
she runs into trees
and falls over while
scraping her knees
and despite the sting
she grins
she gets back her
maths test and came
last in the year
yet she is laughing
with stitches in her sides
her mother just
yelled at her for something
that happened at school
with some girls kicking her
when she hit back she was
the one who got detention
yet she sits in her room
giggling about a boy in her year
with her best friend on the phone
she laughs
she smirks
she grins
and chuckles
at life around her
did anyone notice
the red stains on her sleeves?
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:46 AM UTC
im a mess,
lying on my bathroom floor,
its cold
and its wet
but that fact i feel that at all
makes me stay where i am
the cold reminds me
of an hour before
but even then
i still couldn't get that off my mind
even if i were in my bed wrapped warm and whole
i would never forget
her hands in yours
pulling you down a winding path
in the other direction of the what i
thought was our home
your eyes shone with glee
raking her up and down
in that short red dress
despite the cold whipping wind
snapping at my cheeks
that were freshly streaked
with all the promises you made
all the soft touches you gave
all the long nights we shared
in what i thought was our bed
in what i thought was our home
in what i thought was true love
in our love
but i was wrong
and now
like the time before i met you
im a mess once more
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:31 PM UTC
in the life we experience
there is one thing that is certain
which is death.
each thing, everything,
will come to an ultimate demise
and in which they will no longer exist
and everything they achieved
loved and cared for
is eventually forgotten
and no one remembers who sonnet 18 is written about.
because humanity is selfish,
we care for only ourselves and those who are too close
but even then we forget those ones as well.
and we forget who they were
what they were like
what they did
and if the area around their eyes crinkled or not when they smiled
everyone has a choice in this world, to either do great things,
or to forget those who did them.
everyone remembers the president,
but who remembers the name of the school teacher who gave her life for 16 children three years ago?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
When I see the light
This is all I care about:
Did I leave an mark?
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 10:00 PM UTC
its like a tap,
that's broken and
wont stop dripping
the sound of it driving
you to near insanity
with every splash
drip
drip
drip
every time i remember
you're gone its like
another drip from
that tap
drip
and i try my hardest
to shut it off
i hold and tug
and twist and pull
but it just drips more
and more
and i cant stop it
because it is my constant anger,
pain
and frustration you're gone
and i cant get you back
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
hidden in the shadows
i sit
i wait
and i hope
with this small candle
i hold close to my chest
t you'll see it in the flashes of light.
the flashes that
almost blind you
to what is mistaken
for love,
happiness and
a happy way of life
but under the flaring colors,
the luring words
and seductive lips
sits the sad ones.
the ones who wish to extinguish
the small flame
we had so long ago,
the flame i so dearly
wish to roar
to grow
and to consume those who tear us apart
in its burning, enclosing embrace.
but it is but a mere
flicker in the shadows,
compared to the flashes of light
surrounding you in what i know
will be our end
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
heres to her
for letting her sorrow
swallow her up,
for you
heres to her for for telling
you shes okay when shes not,
for you
heres to her for being there
you when she broke your heart,
for you
heres to her for keeping your
horrid secrets from your parents
and betraying hers,
for you
heres to her for dying each night
just so she could see you smile the next day
she does this all for you and all
you can do is drag her in
with your begging and pleading
to not leave you,
and then watches you kiss her again,
tomorrow in the spot you told her
you loved her
and in the same place you said goodbye
she made hers final
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 5:21 AM UTC