i said nothing is perfect
but then i saw your smile
i said that love is for suckers
but then i stared into your eyes for a while
i knew that i was pretty
but never that i was desirable
and i said that i would always stand tall
but now your watching me fall
fall
fall
after all that i said, my forced apologies
i’m wondering why your not here to catch me
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 11:09 PM UTC
one penny
i wish i could stop my heart from beating
two pennies
i wish i could stop my lungs from breathing
three pennies
i wish my head would stop pounding
fountain
drown me
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:30 AM UTC
the pain still feels the same
but it could all be washed away
all i want
is to hear your voice say
i love you
so my ears can finally hear it for the first time
instead of just seeing it on a page
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Whether a comma, or colon:
Punctuation slows my rolling
I need no period. When I end
no Capitalization when I begin
Rulelessly I flow my art
Not a single!
Exclamation mark
Are you not the one
Who'll know?
Where a question mark
No longer goes
Warp the structure
Bend the lines
Put in repeat
Let emotion unwind
Make yourself
Your poetry's the best
Be your own ruler
Pass your own test
Take your own road
Where ever it leads
Lover or hater
It's all poetry!
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:13 AM UTC
bipolar dreams
you think you know about these things
how they go from right to left so seamlessly
how i go from up and down
and you’ll ever notice the change in the symphony
my instruments plays melancholy and the next a beautiful sunrise victory
some days i can laugh when nothing is in front of me
then another i'm crying until my heart atrophies
they put my on theses meds that made me my feel like my skin was crawling
my eyes appeared dry but i couldn’t stop from bawling
i feel like i have whiplash from a rollercoaster at six flags
its funny because when i'm manic my favorite color is yellow but when i'm sad its the most disgusting thing ive ever seen
i'm stuck living in these bipolar dreams
they say nothing is ever as it seems
but have you looked in the mirror and seen a black void where your brain should be
that your serotonin isn’t mixing with your dopamine
this is how your life is when your neurotransmitters don’t work properly
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.
When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.
If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.
But most people don’t see it.
Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.
The poet lives in two different worlds.
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:32 PM UTC
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
that's the thing about walls
i have too many
the thing about walls
is they are so
*******
heavy
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 1:13 PM UTC