anxiety build up
emotional release
how did you hide this?
now you're there and i'm here
thanks
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:22 AM UTC
Tears, anger, resent.
What you felt after I left.
Onto the next stage.
Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 2:18 AM UTC
You were once around.
thought we were sound.
A flash of light.
Sudden plight.
You use,
abuse,
confuse,
I lose.
Emotional fall back,
your safety net.
Not anymore.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
I have never tasted
the fruits of my work.
The apple of our eyes.
Just one, sweet bite.
One bite, to last a lifetime.
Is all I need.
May 31, 2014
May 31, 2014 at 1:46 AM UTC
I was sat in a hunk of metal.
Soaring through the sky with unfathomable speed.
Over countries and cross continents.
I was sat in a hunk of metal,
thinking of you and what you were doing at that exact moment.
Wallowing in my sadness, wishing to feel your embrace.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:34 PM UTC
muse.
ever escaping.
back of the mind.
itching.
begging.
**** the muse.**
**** it and all it stands for.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC
little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
consummation and corruption,
my life in two.
a product of both,
and so are you.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
You spit in my face and tear through my soul.
The intricacies and delicacies of life, pay my toll.
I cause hurt, have been hurt, but feel nothing withal.
The lifetimes we often choose to accept,
are the ones we often choose regret.
with no middle-ground I am left here to say,
disregard the past, create a new day.
May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
i dreamt of the girl with golden hair
her eyes glow green grey, like rhinestones through her hair
short and thin, with a stutter in her talk
every now and again, a stutter in her walk
she's gone now
i'm crying
i'm writing
i'm smoking
i'm sighing
i dreamt of a girl with golden hair
just a dream of a girl, who's no longer there
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC