My laughter found yours familiar,
Like they’ve met before.
In some distant echo,
Behind a closed door.
A sound that feels ancient,
Yet somehow brand new,
As if every joy i’ve lost
Was waiting in you.
Your smile, a reflection of light I once knew,
In sunsets and stars,
In mornings of dew.
We speak in soft whispers,
But the meaning is loud.
Two voices intertwined,
Rising up from the crowd.
Each word that you offer,
A verse I once read,
From a poem long buried
In the back of my head.
And though we’re just strangers,
There’s more we can say,
For in laughter,
We’ve met in another faraway.
Sep 29, 2024
Sep 29, 2024 at 2:16 AM UTC
I wanted my true love to be you.
But it turned out to be me.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 3:11 AM UTC
Against the current,
I swam to the edge of possibility;
and I found myself.
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 10:53 PM UTC
We were drawn to each other — almost instantly. A broken boy and a damaged girl who found comfort in each other’s company. A story old as time but this one rang more true. Though we found the love we desired, we still had depression, but for two.
Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 2:41 AM UTC
It’s not you, it’s me. I know we’ve been going strong for quite sometime now but to be honest, I’ve found myself very unhappy with who I’ve become. I know we’ve gotten immensely comfortable with each other but in comfort, there is no growth. So I need to start taking risk. I need to start coloring outside of the lines because it has the potential to be something magnificent and beautiful. And if it isn’t, that ok too. Because chaos doesn’t always have to lead to madness, for there is truth in chaos, and that is what I want to find; my truth, my voice, my story.
I’ve held myself back because of this fear that I am not good enough, that I don’t have what it takes; that I don’t actually have anything important to say. But there’s something inside of me; something strong and powerful that wants to be heard. So who am I to cage that in? Look, I’d be lying if I said that I wasn’t afraid, because to be honest, I’m terrified. But I think I need to live in this fear for a while to really understand what I’m capable of. I need to push myself and expand the dimensions of who I am to be able to see what I can accomplish.
I’ve been so focused on not failing that I stopped trying. I found solace in your presence and made excuses to not writing. But I can’t be that person anymore. I’m sorry Writer’s Block, I need to set myself free.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
Sometimes I still get lost;
in a moment,
in a memory,
in the empty spaces yet to be filled.
It creeps though the cracks and crevasses
of my unconsciousness
like a creature,
trying to find a place to belong;
to feel alive.
It's presence is so subtle
that it silently slips it's way in
without notice
and builds its new home in my solace.
And like a wild fire,
it spread to every part of my body,
paralyzing my will
and holds me hostage to the madness.
Breaking down doors I've locked
and destroying walls I've recently patched;
letting my demons run free, once again.
Chaos ensues as I sit there
drowning in my fear,
my misery,
my loneliness.
Lost,
until the flames subside,
and my demons had their way with me,
and I'm left cleaning up the wreck.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 7:09 PM UTC
You were like the forbidden apple and I was Eve.
I was told to stay away but you always tempted me.
Bold and sweet, and many other things,
how could I possibly restrain?
All I wanted was to take you down but forces kept me away.
Sometimes I’d get close to you
and sometimes I’d just run.
But somehow when the world would spin,
I’d still end up undone.
For you are my forbidden apple that I can never taste.
And I am Eve, the weaker half, who’s heart is in dismay.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC
Darkness has a way of creeping in on you when you least expect it.
Well lit room filled with chatter and laughter couldn't reject it.
It sneaks through the cracks of your broken happiness, slowly without notice.
Consuming the empty space you saved for future solace.
You fight to keep it out, but doubt scurries its way in.
Because darkness never comes without bringing an old friend.
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC
A couple hours from now, as we are toasting a farewell to a neoteric past, a new year will emerge from the ashes of 2017. Like a phoenix, it will rise again, and sing sweet songs of new beginnings and manifest hope for a better year. We wait for this day in anticipation praying the months to follow will be anything but a repetition of a life once lived. We convince ourselves that we will be more productive, that we will be more active, and that THIS is the year that will change our lives. So we set New Years resolutions, we mark our calendars with exciting new adventures, we establish new goals and reimagine our old dreams hoping that in this new year, we can accomplish them all. But, for many eager and willing people, months will go by without any true transformation. And as the year draws closer to its end, they are again transfixed by old habits and excuses. Their excitement and determination will have faded into the mundanity of reality setting them back to where they were before. For a new year can’t be the driving force for change. A new year shouldn’t be the starting point for innovation. Because refinement shouldn’t be pushed to a certain date and time. And if someone really wants to revolutionize their life, why wait?
Dec 31, 2017
Dec 31, 2017 at 7:42 PM UTC
The irrevocable emotion
I have about you has got this ocean
swaying back and forth on a motion
that can only be swayed by you.
The soft sound of your soothing voice
has got my head spinning
and other grinning
because it can only be saved by you.
But it scares me
how the words and phrases
that come out of your mouth
seem so flawless
like you always know what you’re talking about.
And it simply amazes me
that everything you do fazes me
and the days with you
always gazes me
into what I want our future to be.
Remembering the way you hold me
and the way the cold breeze
doesn’t seem cold when I’m with you.
The way you talk to me,
like I’m wearing your ring,
saying “baby I love you”.
But I’m always taken back
like I‘m suddenly off track
because those three simple words
carry so much meaning on their back.
And I don’t want to be one of those people
that say it without its meaning
because meaning it
means more than feinding it,
if you know what I mean.
I believe in love and romance,
not cheap titillation from cold hands.
I believe in flowers and cute notes,
not always coming over to rock the boat.
Sing to me,
play me a lullaby,
call me randomly
or just graze into my eyes.
I want you to look at me
and see who I am,
cuz baby I’m not perfect
but I’ll do the best I can.
Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 12:21 PM UTC