most of the time thinking about you is a perpetual sun burn spreading down through my arms and leaking out from my fingertips
whether that is a good or bad thing, i am still yet to figure out
my love for you is endless
i tend to fear the fearless
worry is relentless
and i am
pathetic
i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me
these people here don’t understand
shoving verses and false faith down my throat
until i choke
until i die
we create our own fears
so why do we fear them?
i hear your voice whispering somewhere from the depths of me
i hear your voice whispering somewhere within the depths of me
so many things are happening
and all we do is stop
and stare
and wait
and hope for more
what arrogant pieces of **** humans are
now i am on a train
full of dead people
some sleeping
some looking out the window, thinking thoughts without points or angles or boundaries
lost souls searching for someone to sail across their hearts
(instead of just dipping their toes in and deciding for themselves that it’s too cold for a swim)
i am here to tell you
that i knew everything
i know everything
i hear your
voice
whispering somewhere
within the depths of
me
i love the moment when i put on my glasses
i can see the world in so much vivid, beautiful clarity beyond what
i can
imagine
i am afraid to move because i might cough up a novel
i hear
i hear
i hear your voice whispering
from somewhere
not yet
discovered
i am afraid to speak because what if i speak too loudly
THE AIR SMELLS SO GOOD AND THE WIND CHILL IS JUST RIGHT AND WOW YOU LOOK SO BEAUTIFUL WHILE GAZING AT THE MOON
i’m sorry i can’t hear you over the sidewalk talking
i have 6 dollars in my wallet and legs made for walking
if you can’t face reality then teeth it
it is twilight
1am birds are chirping
there is a lightning storm across the sky
awaiting the first rainfall
if these morse code messages aren’t enough to live for then i don’t know what is
i am alive
under the sun
it kisses my skin
like your lips on mine
a burn so good
something to remember
and i hear your voice whispering
old familiar tunes
humming to the beat
this poem we have created
somewhere within
the depths
of me
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:12 AM UTC
wandering through darkened corridors,
not touching a thing,
everything as fragile as glass.
I look around,
blinded by darkness
Until I find a light
it calls to me-
but it has a voice- a voice as calm as summer sky :-
suddenly the place I was in was no longer dark,
it was bright
as blinding as the darkness-
but I could see the beauty surrounding me.
and there you were-
arms wide open.
and I ran to you-
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
I am a mess,
I have been for so much longer
than I could even see.
I walk this world alone,
with the company of angels
but I am a devil.
with smoke twirling around me
and a black soul
resting in my bones.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:44 AM UTC
I miss you
so much it hurts
my soul
my bones
my skin
my heart.
I just want
to be held-
safe in your
arms-
in my home.
I miss you
so much
it hurts.
Nov 24, 2014
Nov 24, 2014 at 11:36 AM UTC
hello?
hello?
can you hear me?
can you see me?
hello?
hello?
do you still want me?
do you still call me home?
hello?
hello?
where did you go?
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:07 PM UTC
I can hear your back crack,
in the dark.
Removing your underwear
with chewed fingernails:
You softly ask
if we can share scar tissue
and if I'll stay
despite every issue.
You try to kick the covers
off of our bed,
and ask if we can share the thoughts
buzzing inside of your head.
When insomnia erases your eyes
and disease steals your brain:
You inhale ways to die,
because you still dream
but it's not the same.
I can hear the static in your skull.
I know why you keep
the kitchen knives dull.
You pull on my fingers
so I don't forget you.
You cry on the pillows
and hope I like romance too.
I kiss your temple
during each thunderstorm.
I read you books in bed,
because your eyes are worn.
I put my ear to your chest
because I want you to see
that the air you breathe
means everything to me.
Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
i am invisible
95% of the time-
the 5% i am visible
is when i am
at my worst
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:50 PM UTC
I don't want to live on medication
my whole life.
I want to get better
but I dont.
this has been a part of me for so long
that I don't want to let it go.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 3:04 AM UTC
sick to my stomach
and bloodshot eyes.
nicotine stains
and scarred thighs.
I live on little sleep
and lost hope.
wondering just when
you'll return home
again.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:12 PM UTC
sometimes i sit around waiting
for inspiration
but life is short-
and you can't sit around waiting.
life doesn't hand you things
on a silver platter-
you have to do things for yourself
so live your life how you want.
and stop sitting around!
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC