Because your love makes me want to
Drown
I avoid all bodies of water
It hopes that I'll survive
But it's fruitless
Because I've havnt got the control any more
It's all in the currents
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Trust is a fragile thing, and I am a fragile person.
It's almost like hairline fractures in an ankle or a wrist, at least, that's where it starts.
If it's not treated it gets worse, and sometimes never even heals all the way.
But the moment you find someone who is the ***** in your broken femur, that's when you know your kinda ******
Because your broken, and sure they will help you heal, but you never know how it will turn out.
I guess all this mushy **** is a metaphor for love, and I could wax poetic stanzas, but honestly, nothing is the same as just saying that you ******* love someone.
Nothing is the same after you stay up till 4am and spill out your messy soul to them, absolutely nothing is the same.
No song is the same,
no favorite quote is the same,
not even a ******* smell is the same.
Because you know what?
They will always be in every breath you take,
in every cup of coffee you have,
and in every smile you give to the boy at the bar.
Nothing. Is. The. ******* Same.
And yeah, sure, it's scary as **** But that's how life is supost to be, right?
Scary and full of heat break and love and lonely nights in a parking lot, surrounded by friends.
That sounds like it doesn't work, but it does. Your surrounded by people, but yet, without the one who makes your world go round, it's lonely as ****
And sure, you'll drink and collect all the bottles of jack and fireball you went through,
because maybe that just makes the loneliness tangible instead of it being the horrible black hole in the pit of your stomach.
And it's ****** up, but that's what love is.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
God, there's something special about
Blow
But I couldn't tell you what
It's somewhat
Unknown
But well known
How when uncut
I loosen up
Ugh,
****
Aug 2, 2014
Aug 2, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
this is just another ******* **** poem
why just another **** poem?
you sit there and think
why talk about this so often
when the economy is collapsing
and children are starving
and there's a possibility of a
world war 3?
but guess what ******
this poem isn't for you
its for those who's souls have been
tied down and beaten
for those who have lost all hope
for those who have been told that its
"all their fault"
to them, this poem isn't
just another ******* **** poem
it is their savior poem
the one thing that points
out the ****** up things
like double standards
and victim blaming
it may give them the
push that will break the ropes
that hold their souls down
this is the poem that will
restore hope for those who have
given up because society has
given up them and tossed them away
like a used ******
and I will continue writing other
******* **** poems
until my mother stops telling me
to not forget my mace
until I dont have to pay for 500$
self defense classes, on the off chance that hey,
maybe I wont be ***** tonight.
until im not blamed for being attacked
until my ****** is not pitted for his
football carer being ended prematurely
until I can dress like a **** and get home safely
I will continue writing **** poems
until I have nothing ******* left
to write about
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
sheets were once colored red with passion
and so were your eyes
but the red soon bled out
and the sheets were changed
to a dull white
because of accidental bleaching
(but I wished they turned pink)
because the sheets lost their color
just like your eyes
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
one time someone said a gruesome thing to me
"i swear to god i will slit you open and drag
you up and down my street by your entrails"
people have told me to
**** yourself, your not worth the space"
"fat cow"
"worthless"
and I froze up with fear
from the hostility
and I thought
"Where has our humanity gone"
And I relized
We lost it with our sisters and brothers over seas
with the violence
on our TV's
with the routine crime
in our cities and saying
"its just how it is"
our humanity has been bread out
and society has created
shells of once humans
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 1:34 AM UTC
in-between heaven and hell
see their faces
as they cry out for help
blue and bare as I lay
Gods forsaken me
I have no soul to save
take it to my grave
where the whispers will fade away
forgoten
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
my skin
was rubbed raw
because someone touched me
on the sidewalk
without my permission
one time I didn't sleep for a week
because something in my room was
out of place and I
couldn't fix it
ive stayed up all night
wondering if all the doors are locked
so I check
once
twice
three times
four times
and so on
untill its time to wake up
the soaps in the shower
are put a certain way
if not
then I feel myself fall
apart
Ill clean for days
and not sleep
or stop
once
so please stop saying
"Oh, im so OCD!"
because you will never understand
what its like to have this crippling
fear
that everything will go wrong
if one thing is different
Jan 27, 2014
Jan 27, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC
I can feel
the seasons changing
the icy cold
the fire in the hearth
talking about Gods
because they are not dead
they live within me
and my stories
weave the web
that catches them
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 12:31 AM UTC
I want to be a Teacher.
I want kids to feel the fire
that I do
not to just say
"Yes ma'am."
"Yes ma'am."
"Yes ma'am."
and not question
what they are being taught
I want them
to question
ME.
I want them to learn
not to take everything
at face value
and to
question
question
question
and I want that fire of theirs
to never go out
Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC