So many lies.
You made me feel like
I was the reason why.
I was just never good enough for you
until I stopped loving you.
Then you wanted me?
Wrote words to you that I poured my
soul into.
It was my fault.
Mother always said "don't trust too easily."
I should've listened to her.
Nov 27, 2017
Nov 27, 2017 at 12:34 AM UTC
The cool breeze tosses your hair in all directions late in this summer night.
Missed phone calls from your mother makes her nervous this worrisome night.
Drizzling rain causes your wet white shirt to cling to your body as you run.
Memories of biking in the rain with me take over you this rainy night.
My mother used to teach me how to sing and read poetry to me as I smiled.
Now I sing and write poetry about her as she smiles in this nostalgic night.
Seven years old; it was midnight when my grandfather passed away from this world.
I slept with an uneasy feeling and felt his absence in this mournful night.
When I was five, you chased me in my backyard around the guava tree.
Now I’m nineteen and I’m circling this tree all alone in this lonely night.
You spend your night cheering me up with pop music and warm hugs.
I let anger pour out on you and snap “What?” at you this regretful night.
I promised myself I would never let myself lose control of my emotions.
I let go and broke my promise with my scared heart this fearful night.
We grew up and went from one place to another as we learned about life.
I cherish the memories I’ve created and am grateful for everything this thankful night.
Aug 22, 2017
Aug 22, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Sing song chirp of sparrow
Loud against the beautiful budding buds.
Snow covered pond with melting ice;
First day of spring.
Crunching snow under padding feet
Smooth slick ice coats the pavement.
Slippery unintended ice-skating with laughter;
First day of spring.
Lung inhales chilly warm air
Wind swish away the snowflakes.
Misty crystal dance under the sunlight;
First day of spring.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 10:42 PM UTC
**I** say take these lies from your past; pluck them from their roots
**Crush** them in your hand and throw them into the fire.
**I** say watch the flames lick and swallow the lies up into the hot
**rage** of destruction, as they turn into ash.
**I** say wait for it to cool down, then pick those ashes up
**Watch** them blacken your hands like singed paper
**And** then wash it all off and away until there’s no
**Trace** left. You deserve a new start.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 10:36 PM UTC
When I was younger I was told that things
change quickly; things change drastically
and so I should live in the moment and
enjoy today to the fullest.
I was told that the sunshine quickly turns
into a hurricane, and that hurricane quickly
turns into a rainbow, and everything changes
without a warning or rest.
Past few days I've realized how true that is,
and how sorry I am, but also how thankful
I am, for every second spent, every memory,
every beautiful moment.
Things change, but the love never goes away.
Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 4:31 PM UTC
So trapped.
Reminder: breathe in.
Stumble, Fall, Get back up.
Shaking hands.
Reminder: breathe out.
You trip me, watch me fall, and pick myself up.
Reach out.
Suffocating.
No hand to hold.
Nail digs into palms
Same song on replay
Drowning out my sorrow.
Jun 23, 2017
Jun 23, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
Not just the blue river of endless desire,
but the stark redness of the burning fire,
eating up the logs; the flames swallowing them,
like what I do to get rid of the dry throat
I get just from seeing you.
You stop in front of me and let your eyes wander
and I look at you as you quietly will me to
do things I've never thought of doing.
You pull my shirt off over my head and our
arms tangle into each other as though we're playing
a two player game of knots. We try to untangle
our hands but instead our legs get involved, and our
bodies are a mess on your bed as I pull your shirt off
over your head. Our breathing flows on in rapid gasps as
if we're scared we'll somehow get so caught up in each other
that we'll forget to breathe.
Your hands on my body as it roams everywhere, stroking every
flaw on my body, and suddenly, they start to feel beautiful. And
like that fire, your touch burns my body, leaving a trail of
tingle wherever you touch, and I knew right then that the
only thing that'll make this burning better is more of that
very same touch.
And maybe I'm a ********* because I like this pain you inflict
on me and I know I can't have you but I can't stop myself
from wanting you.
And I know I might be selfish 'cause this blue river that flows
on, I don't want to share it's water with anyone in this world,
except for you.
Feb 21, 2017
Feb 21, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
i'll let myself think about you one more time.
i'll let myself cry over you one last time.
i'll let myself feel the hole you've left one more night.
i'll let myself hurt over how you broke my heart just one more time.
And then, i'll get up and i'll wipe my tears away.
i'll wash my face and clear my head.
i'll write a letter to you and then
i'll let the pain subside and
i'll let your memories fade away
away into the stars and the moon and
where there is no more hate.
i'll forgive you for what you've done
and i'll keep the faded memories
inside a little box which won't haunt me
too much anymore.
And then, i'll get over losing you.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
if i could think about you without it leaving me all choked up,
i would think about the promises you made to me,
the ideas you planted,
the smile you smiled at me,
and the way you laughed; so light hearted.
if i could talk to you and tell you all i think about,
i would tell you about how you're always on my mind,
every freaking day like 24/7,
the way you look at me when you talk,
your gaze is mesmerizing.
if i could just see you one more time
i would ask you to hug me the way
you used to before we messed up,
and i would close my eyes and wish for you
all the happiness in this world.
Because, although i don't love you anymore,
i still care about you.
And no matter what I do,
or how hard I try,
I could never stop caring.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
It shakes. Lives are lost. Cultural history is all in rubbles.
It shakes. There's nowhere to run.
It shakes. Leaves our minds and bodies shaking in fear.
Hope this passes soon.
Pray for Nepal.
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC