I miss you but
you need to do better.
Sometimes at night I
think of you. I think of
the good times we had.
I think of the
hot sun on
our sweaty
Bodies. I think of the
bagels we shared. I think of the long
heartfelt talks and I miss you. Usually
I don’t think of who you became. I don’t
think of the mean things you said behind
my back. I don’t think of the times you made
me feel worthless. I don’t think of the betrayal.
I don’t think of the person you have become. It's
funny how I only remember the good things when I
get nostalgic. How I remember the parties.
How I forget your immaturity.
How I remember the dreams we
Had. How I forget your artificial
Nature. At one time you were
Beautiful. At one time we were
happy together. At one time you were
the most important person in my life,
And even though you would never
share it with me,
I know I was the same to you.
Then you threw it all
Away. When I gave you
The chance,
gave us the chance,
to have it all back
You threw it away. I
can’t keep chasing you.
I can’t keep expecting
you to change.
The truth is
that I’m repulsed
by who you have become.
I’m disgusted by your weakness.
I wish I could say that I’m doing great without you,
But I’m not. And you’re not doing great without me.
I did everything I could. You have to try harder.
You Need To Do Better.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 9:23 PM UTC
Time spent on the faceless. Smooth skin turned abrasive
By the scaled scars, my broken heart has created.
Serrated blades of blame pierce our veins and,
Trickle down pain through broken water mains.
A gluttons dinner bell hangs above the poor’s poisoned well.
Dead men don’t feast. Lead a horse to water and,
Wait for it to drink. Watch the self-defeat. Hand-made desolation by men with no faces.
Puppet string desperation keeps us in our places.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 11:05 PM UTC
And in our final moment
You stare into the void
With ungrateful eyes
And finally understand what it means to be
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 9:57 PM UTC
when a poet falls in love with you
you can never die
they will notice the way
you rub your palms and look down
when someone is angry at you
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss
they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's
how you never crease any pages of books
and how you close your eyes when you dance in your kitchen
with your record player on
they will find all of the words
that they see you as
and turn them into something beautiful
people say you die twice
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time
if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name
you will be alive
for eternity
Apr 9, 2021
Apr 9, 2021 at 7:18 PM UTC
The air is cool the water warm the sun begins to creep
beneath the vivid streak of light where it lies down to sleep
Behind the fading radiant ball, the stars begin to rise
The little boy lets out a yawn and rubs his dreary eyes
And with the stars, the moon comes up and stops to say hello
It fills the sky with humble light and shines a pretty glow
A boat sails by, it’s heading home
The crashing water starts to foam
And salty air comes from far out
He breathes it in and blows it out
The pleasant breeze it fills his lungs
The salty taste clings to his tongue
On his feet, the boy begins to feel the sand cool down
The air’s now cold against his skin and so he turns around
He walks along the damp and dreary shoreline on the beach
The light at home is not too far and right within his reach
He walks right up the cottage steps
His eyes feel as though they’re made of lead
He slumps himself right into bed
And drifts off into sleep
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 8:02 AM UTC
The Joys of Daily Existence
I love the rain
I hate the wind
love Summer, Autumn, Winter, and,
I hate those mid-day sunny showers
But I love Spring and I love flowers
I love pretty girls with curly hair
With eyes like gems and face so fair
I love strangers
I love friends
I love beginnings
But don’t hate ends
In every smile lies some pain
And every hardship harbors gain
I love tea and chocolate too
And you love me
And I love you
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:59 AM UTC
A subtle stab
A pinching worry
that things will never be as they once were
A stab back
A guilty pleasure
knowing not what has just been done
A step away
A promise
that things will once again be right
A silent friend
A quiet whisper
out into the cold dead night
A soft grudge
A broken heart
beating itself up on behalf of a friend
A still breeze
A dead soldier
lying all alone on a field still even after death
A cold war
A dead redemption
Things will never be the same
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 7:58 AM UTC