Heyo, I think I'm officially moving my poetry-world to http://www.rooftopsentiments.tumblr.com. I'll check in here now and again, but Tumblr is primary now.
Thanks for the chill vibes and positive encouragement, this site has been really good to me.
Keep writing, guys.
-Taylor
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
I don't fancy the idea of belonging to someone
Always frowned at love songs saying "you're mine"
But on cold nights like this
When I've been alone all day and all my life
I'd be yours
I'd fall into you, give myself to you, lose my mind
To feel your lips on mine
Because I'm getting so tired with each setting sun
Of telling myself it's alright
Of singing my half-hearted lullaby
And knowing I belong to no one
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 11:40 AM UTC
The life I have is a quiet one
Full of footsteps down hallways and bottlecapped streets
Waking up to a glaring winter sun
Rooftop sentiments spelled out on college-ruled sheets
Some days, I am content with solitude
Others wreck me with frenzy and fear
Some days, I am plagued by fanciful moods
Others console me with deadbeat cheer
Waiting for walls with memories scrawled
Saying good night to the sun
It's not what I imagined when my name was called
But the life I have is a quiet one
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sleep well in the sun, my London love
I count the days 'til I hear your voice
You hate the way they push and shove
But smile like you have a choice
Don't go in the black, my lonely child
You won't find solace there
I know your mind must be running wild
But stay and breathe the air
Find me in the crowd, my ghostly star
I'm not brave enough to call your name
You wouldn't hear from worlds so far
And I'm too tired to play this game
Be good to yourself, my never friend
Take shelter when clouds threaten your skies
Don't let them hurt you in ways that won't mend
I can't stand the lost look in your eyes
Run free with your brothers, my laughing sun
Know that you light up the earth
I pray that you won't be an unlucky gun
'Cause you're firing with all that you're worth
Safe travels in the moonlight, my London love
I spend sleepless nights dreaming of you
You hate the things you can't rise above
But laugh like they're nothing to you
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 10:11 PM UTC
That girl is the sun
Her eyes lit on fire
Giving us strength and lifting us higher
Your skin glows when she beams and announces the day
Stone shackles melt when she smiles your way
That girl is the sun
Shrieking into the sea
Opening our eyes and setting us free
That girl is the sun
Burning from within
Lighting us up and forgiving our sins
Your lungs race when she roars and readies to rise
Fear shrinks like a shadow when she stretches and shines
That girl is the sun
She was made to inspire
Your world spins madly 'round all you desire
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 12:12 AM UTC
My memories of last summer are dark
Not because they are sad, or lonely
But because we turned the lights off
We focused on senses other than sight
We turned the lights off in order to taste
To taste the Chinese take-out we drove home through the setting sun
To taste the ice cream eaten with plastic spoons in flashes of moonlight
We turned the lights off in order to hear
To hear the television's twists and tracks
To hear our own stories and voices raised in jesting rage
To hear laughter
Laughter
I can still hear our giggles and shouts, feel them in the decades-old couch where we lived
I remember those days in low light and summer shadows
And I would not change them for the world
But next summer
Next summer will be all about the light
Sunlight streaming through car windows and fighting past designer shades
Sunlight reflecting and glaring from every surface
Warming our skin as we sing our summer songs and drive
An open road for an open heart
Skirts flowing in the breeze as we walk in a daze
California crossroads and seaside streets
Lit up and shining almost as bright as our smiles
We might not taste the coffee or hear the ocean roar
But we will see things we have never seen
A summer of sights
And I would not change them for the world
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
It no longer needs to be said.
The words "I miss you" have gone back and forth between us so many times in so few days that the sentiment is fully understood. I miss you. You miss me. We are alone and separate and distant and all the terrible things we never wanted to be, and we know, we are painfully aware, but we repeat it, everyday, through lonely screens and tired fingertips.
"I miss you." It is our new hello.
Every time my world brightens with these words from you, my heart breaks, and I smile. I stop to think of all the suns that rose and fell when I was with you. I sigh in the darkness and try to conjure up your eyes in my mind, but I never could look at you long enough to tell what color they are. I know they are dark, and that they shine the brightest when you drop a clever retort over your shoulder. I write back, "I miss you too."
I don't want to miss you anymore; I want one of us to get on a plane and I want to see you on my couch again. I want to hug you for the second time and talk about how long it's been. I want to hand you the remote and let you flip between our favorite channels and listen to you tell the boring stories we always teased you for. I want to tell you how no one has ever supported me or understood me the way that you do. I want us to play schoolyard games and travel the world and stay up all night. I want to tell you how you wrecked my life when you walked into it, how you took me under your wing and rearranged every part of me, how you sang to me songs I'd never heard, taught me to speak words I'd never spoken, and made me feel safer and stronger than I'd ever known I could feel.
But I am frightened, still, and I shrink into myself as a shadow when the sun rises; you are a star if ever there was a star, and I am a moon at best. You have given me light and warmth and I have absorbed it, consumed it, and given nothing back but my admiration. I cannot touch you, cannot stare too long. I cannot speak; what would the night say to the day?
You say that you miss me, and I wonder how you see me in your mind, if you know the color of my eyes, if you know when they shine the brightest. You say that you miss me, and I wonder if you mean it in the way that I do when I echo the phrase back to you, because I say that I miss you, but in my heart I do not only miss, but love.
Sep 23, 2013
Sep 23, 2013 at 6:41 PM UTC
Skipping class to sway to Sinatra
And read poetry with a romantic's heart
I reach for my own pen, inspired
Curl up in the sunlight
Words stutter out
And stay
Stay on the page
Not reaching for the stars or the moon
Not leaping from this cage
I will never make my dreams come true
Now even sure what I dream of anymore
What's worth wishing for?
Stay
Stay in my room
With a locked door and sweaters swallowing up
Cold skin and frantic moods
I will never cross paths with you
At this rate, nor in fact with anyone
Who's worth an open door?
Why bother hoping for more?
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC