if you think these words are about you,
then you would be right
I want to say wrong things
because I want to fight
how childish of me
to pine for your attention
to watch from afar with some heated affection
I am terribly hung up on my feelings
I want you to be a part of my continuous unreeling
to burn my skin
with the trace of your fingertips
I want to make you shut up
with my mouth
I dislike and like you at the same time
and all that comes to fruition
is this jumbled,
jumpy,
jaded poem.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:04 PM UTC
I've always said to myself that if you are born to be a writer,
then you cannot live without it
I unbearably with a writer's block
that spans times and feelings
that I don't always have a choice over
I stare at the blank, white screen
hoping something will finally come to me
but to no avail.
Where are the words swirling inside of my head?
Forming incoherently
resonating in my mind foreignly
I want to transcribe the words
I want my true voice to be heard
yet my fingers stay still
the pen does not lose ink
the white page on the screen stays blank
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 9:21 AM UTC
this new city has taken a toll on me,
I do not feel vibrant
and a town of bustle
I do not know anyone
I have yet to find a place of my own
in a place that that is my new home
I need to keep myself true
and stick with with the mission
do not fall under a lonely submission
I will take this city by surprise
I will find its glory in my eyes
make memories
make friends
this is just the beginning
and my end
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 9:32 PM UTC
if we ended up together again,
I wouldn't be surprised
if we ended up together forever,
I wouldn't be surprised
maybe that's why we're apart
too scared to face what we both know
we feel too young to understand each other so
and yet,
can't let each other go
I wonder if it makes sense to ask you to marry me
but not quite mean it
just feel it
somewhere deep in our bones
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
I think I knew when I spilled coffee on your favourite book
I couldn't find the same edition when I went to look
but you didn't care
because there are different versions out there
you told me that you felt like you were floating in the ocean
didn't know whether things were certain and going
this was your reasoning for our break
but you didn't consider how the current would
take something that wasn't even two months in
and take you somewhere new
find things about each other that you never knew
I argued
and I cried
I hung up
Then I called back and yelled
I didn't want you to break my heart
something you didn't even want from the start
you asked to be my friend
towards the end
and maybe someday I'll be okay with that idea
but for now I'm going to just not talk
because friendship isn't what I want
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 7:20 PM UTC
I want to explore your lips
find their taste
make sure your breaths don't go to waste
I place my hand on the side of your face
bring you closer to me
feel my heart beat
I run my fingers and twist in your hair
let you know that I am everywhere
I kiss you to find your secrets
to find your hurt and make it better
to find your happiness and let it shine
from your lips to mine
we will lose the time
because we are too entangled in each others arms
protecting each other from the world's harms
softness of flesh meet
the gracing of a tongue as a tease
finding out what you're trying to tell me
that you just haven't found the words
you speak them in your lips form
from your lips to mine
I am hungry and you shall satisfy
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 11:20 PM UTC
I have bad lungs,
they are scarred and inflamed
I cannot walk far
without needing my inhaler
puff puff
so I can do something
that so can everyone
I want to be able to run
I want to be able to walk around
and not feel like I'm going to pass out
breathing is underrated
people do not appreciate
until that is taken away
inhale
exhale
I cannot find the medium
I need a coolant upon my tubes
so that my breathing is smooth
no longer so scarred and inflamed
able to breathe again
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
I think about my mind as a paintbrush
The strokes uneven
The vision not quite what I had in store
But I keep painting more
I think to myself compulsively
That this this will be lovely
This will be a masterpiece
Others will view what I have created
And will think great thoughts
They feel what I feel
Then I realize that I like the mess that I made
I made something real
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:32 AM UTC
There is a confrontation in the mirror
There Is two of me,
But we are not the same
One is blue and one is my pale flesh reflection
I know who the blue is,
She has been there my whole life
She feeds upon my joy and feeds upon my strife
I once named her Laura,
Because I knew that person was not myself
I know who I am,
I have gotten that part figured out
I am strong, I am happy, I am going to go places in this life
But laura isn’t going to go anywhere,
And maybe that’s why she is blue
Because someday she is going to die
The medicine will **** her,
My therapy will **** her
I’m sorry Laura, you will no longer be a part of me
Does that make me a murderer?
Is that justified to **** that piece?
I close my eyes, the phoenix insides rises
Out of the ashes that was once the barron land of my mind
Laura is no longer there,
I have defeated a beast that I treated as a friend for far too long
You see Laura was just my depression
Laura was just my panic disorder
Laura was an attachment
Laura was never me
And now I can finally be happy
Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC