hold my hand
lead me wherever you want
hold me close
to your warmth
to the smile i love
but it's just a dream
because in reality
i'm just a friend
a mere acquaintance who you like to laugh and joke around with
but to me
you're something i want
lust
desire
nights spent with thoughts about you
but
you'll never know
unless you feel the same
which you never will
because you're accomplished
you can do things
get things better than me
so why would you waste your time?
i'm a peasant and you're my king
you're a shiny first place trophy
i'm a bland participation ribbon
you're a ten and i'm a three
and all i wish
is that you would see me
like i see you
Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Shel Silverstein
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 2:34 PM UTC
you held me
like i was a vase and you were a shelf
until the day you dropped me
and broke me like glass
now i cut anyone who dares near me
and laugh as they bleed
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
We walk together,
just two kids with toes in the sand,
towards the deep blue water
where small waves push against the shore.
It seems so far away,
like we'll never make it.
So we just take the time slowly.
We laugh and we play,
not thinking about what's ahead
Together we make the most of every minute we face.
But shortly, minutes fade into months,
with no hope of getting them back.
It seems like years since we began walking this beach.
We've grown use to our toes in the sand,
but as the waves dance across the shore
the sand morphs into a sticky mud,
that we've yet to face
Our feet sink in,
keeping us from walking any farther.
Instead, telling us to stay
and make what we can of what's left
Centuries pass before we turn to each other
and salty tears stick to our faces
as we know what is to come.
You say your final words,
choking on them like venom,
before you turn your back on me
and gracefully dive into the waves.
Just to leave me alone on the sand.
The pain of you gone strikes a chord
causing my heart to crumble like a stone
I'll remember you for sure.
No matter where you go,
I always will
I can only ask you to do the same.
All I ask
is that you remember our footprints in the sand
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC