honey i love you but i just can’t smile when you’re around
your vibe is bringing me down
it’s hard to grin while being haunted by the Grim
baby, i just gotta leave town
and does it matter if i keep my mouth shut
when i want to be screaming from the highest roof tops
so,
i hope you're satisfied
i can only whisper
for now
i am
only a whisper
just color on the wall
please do me a favor and quit while you’re ahead
your vibe is bringing me down
for the devil inside gives us room to hide
darling, let me come home
and the rage will subside eventually
just like everything, to nothing
Oct 1, 2015
Oct 1, 2015 at 1:40 AM UTC
i could see a future without you
but it’s truly grim
full of sleepless nights
hopeless mornings
and swollen memories
in this haunted future
that i pray i never see
you think for a second or two
about me
about the smudge in your memory
my darling
if you even remember my name
you’ll never speak it aloud
for we ended not as one of those things
one wants to talk about
the dream we once dreamt
of a home by the sea
sunny porches and iced tea
lost in the grey blue waves
of our forgotten responsibility
i sleep alone even if another
lays by my side
their hands between my thighs
their lips will be yours in my dreams
for i will always be yours
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
“Why me over him though, i don’t understand, he really loved you and you still came back to me”
“Simply”, I replied, “I’d rather be a toy than a punching bag, for when toys get cast aside the greatest damage that they must endure is neglect. Punching bags, however, get hit time after time until they burst at the seams and can never be hit again. They get tossed aside eventually as well, of course. But plenty of people use old toys, yet you never see someone recycle an old punching bag?”
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:49 PM UTC
only loved when wanted
only wanted when needed
only needed when useful
only useful when remembered
only remembered after being forgotten
only (me)
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Sweet briar rose asleep in her lush bed
has yet to awaken
too much time alone in her head
does she dream of the prince to come
dancing with him
to the rhythmic beat of the drum
Maybe she's trapped in a dreaded nightmare
haunted and dying
with no escape from despair
Young sleeping beauty under a spell
she looks so peaceful
when she will wake i cannot tell
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
if a fox loves a dove
but the dove shows no love
what will become
for the dove flies away
with young fox left to say
what have i done
poor fox left forlorn
alone, bitter with scorn
longing for the love of a dove
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 10:37 PM UTC
Say hello to the man asleep on the park bench
you’ve always noticed his jaw clench
when he is awake and nobody says hello
Say hello to the neighbor next door
you’ve heard he tells tales of war are gore
find out by saying hello
Say hello to your mother perhaps
you’ve missed her since father’s collapse
healing begins with hello
I’ll say hello to you
then it’s your choice what to do
Hello, hello, hello
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC