*stop whining
about that mascara
that smeared on
your pretty little
face
stop exaggerating
that one small
bruise on your
knee you got
two weeks ago
because some people
have a bruise on their
empty little scarred
hearts they can't fix
there is no bandage
for the hurt,
the pain,
and the suffering*
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Baby,
but hear what we'll find
things are not always as they appear
throw out the oranges and eat the rind
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:50 PM UTC
*the way your hands intertwine with mine
to sing, to dance, to watch "frasier" weekly...
it's heaven and hell in our washing machine
though none could else but mumble and grimace meekly
of one thousand listless summers, lilting
for no other beverage is quite as divine
dancing and singing...*
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC
The night howled at me in pitch black
So save my soul, you creature of the night
Reality is a staircase leading nowhere
Lambent in the sepulcher the buried moonlight
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 2:43 PM UTC
ed,
i "don't" know what me and my
"little bird" would do without you cause'
"uni" "take it back" to
"grade 8"as you
" kiss me" under the light of "all of the stars" cause'
"i see fire" when we both collide
and this "lego house" we had built for
me you and this "small bump"
so please don't "runaway"
but if you do i understand cause'
"even my dad does sometimes"
but don't fly away forever like a
"firefly" cause in the mornin' we'll sip some
"cold coffee" or we can get "drunk"
and you could "give me love"
but you'd have to "wake me up"
cause after all i am on "the a team"
watching as "one" of the "autumn leaves"
fall slowly down
and i realize that "im a mess"
so please don't "runaway"
we could take a "photograph" with
"the man" and "Nina"
or we could look at the "tenerife sea" while
we acknowledge our "afire love" and then i will
pull up my "shirtsleeves" and you can
feel my "bloodstream"
and maybe we could "sing"
what? i guess this whole time i was "thinking out loud"
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC
In summertime, our love is delicate, like lilacs floating in the breeze. In wintertime, our love is warm — it races from arm to toes.
If skies are blue, our love is tender — two people dancing in the sun. If thunder rolls our love is blessed, a refuge from the falling rain.
When spring flowers bloom, our love is bold, like violet petals on the iris. When autumn leaves fall, our love is copper, shining bright like a sunset.
From easter till new years our love will continue to delight. From season to season I love you always! My one, my only, my darling.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
My heart ached in my chest.
It was swelling up, finally getting ready to shatter into millions of pieces.
Tears wanted to drip out of my eyes.
My breathing sped, as I tried to control my breathing.
inhale exhale inhale exhale
What if I stopped?
What if I stopped thinking about breathing?
Would I stop breathing?
A wise man once said "crying doesn't help a problem "
So I held my tears, until I absolutely needed them.
Until my pain was 10 on a scale of 1 to 10.
Until my pain was Unbearable.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 4:19 PM UTC
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
Over the blank pages
She dotted down the words
She had not courage to speak
She drew her feelings
On the empty sheet of her notebook.
One day she ran out of pages
So she drew along her hands
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
The doodles of how it used to be
While the breeze gently touched her hair
The beat of a song flowing through her ears.
And then one day she ran out of hands.
So she wrote daily encouragements along her arms and legs
Her mama yelled and told her she was silly, she would get poisoned.
And she just kept writing.
Until one day she ran out of arms and legs.
So she started to doodle down her chest and on her face.
But then she realized she was doing it all wrong.
Scribble Scrabble Scratch.
She washed her hands, and her arms, and legs, and chest, and face.
She then picked up a phone and started calling various companies.
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
There she was, at her autobiography book signing.
She put down her pen she got from her father at the age of 4,
And held up the book that had her face plastered across it.
She smiled and held her book up I'm triumph.
Scribble Scrabble Dot.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 3:03 PM UTC
I am as...
Light as a feather
Stiff as a board
Quick as a leapord
Slow as a snail
Small as a mouse
Large as a giant
Nice as a bath
Mean as a cat
Cool as myself
Hot as myself
Weak as poultry
Strong as glad
Wild as a bear
Calm as a wave
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:50 AM UTC
A glare of sunshine touches my face
Awaking me from my deep slumber
I yawn, the cool air fills my lungs.
A sweet aroma of syrup fills my nostrils.
It's finally summer.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC