for just a few minutes
i’d like to feel
like the only sentient being on the ******* planet
that matters
not to you
but to myself
for ******* once
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
The water can heal you, if you let yourself
submerge.
The chilly fingers of the melting ice caps
will engulf you
making you feel very small
and very afraid
but then
when you erupt from the depth of self healing
you will feel the warm tendrils of the sun-rays
curling over and caressing your skin.
And everything
will
be okay
once again.
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC
I’m in love.
With the blue water
Crisp air
Pale skies
I’m in love with the mountains
and the rivers
and the creeks
I’m in love with a life that I never dreamed I’d be allowed to live
I’m in love with
living.
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
My voice carries most passion
than the entire rest of my being
If I could but write a song
compose something
so true
and so personal to myself
I could sing it over and again
whenever I feel emotionally restrained
and feel the relief that I have so longed for
most of my days
and every single **** one of my nights
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
Deep and dark emotions always creep out at the worst times
When you're trying to sleep
When you're out to eat
Or when you're trying to be intimate with someone you love so deeply
you just might burst
There is nothing romantic about it
The sudden flood of tears
The shaking hands and the clumsy fingers
Foggy eyes can't aim well
with their words or their intentions
Most times it just seems easier to resign into solitude and give it up
throw in the towel
I'm not fit for the human interaction that I crave with my
heart
my soul
my mind
my very skin buzzes with the thought of someone
Someone just as damaged as I am
Someone just as loved as I'm supposed to feel
Someone just as sad
and unwilling to talk about it
The happy little life tinged with the bittersweet tears of healing and the
sad tug of what has been left behind
Nostalgia is clinging to my heels
though I've kicked her in the head a few times
Her bouncing ******* and swaying hips still follow me to and fro
as if hooked to me by an two ton invisible chain
Seductive as a politicians **********
She is so intent on getting her way that she forgets that I'm the original, and she's the copy.
The cartoonishly overdrawn ideal of who I once was. The love hungry blue heart that had no true place in the world.
But once you've found your place in the galaxy, no earth dwelling ***** could even try to keep you around.
Jul 9, 2014
Jul 9, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
I want to create
with each breath that I take
I want to bring life into the world
my ideas
are like children
freshly born and wild
ready to run around in circles and sing songs to the trees
my thoughts are like babies
cradled with my heart
nurtured until they are ready to be shown to the rest of the world
the fragility that exists almost solely within the human soul
has yet to be documented in anything other than a psychologists report
**your anxiety is out of control
you should calm down
take deep breaths
don't worry so much**
*but when I hold the future in the palm of my hand
how can I care less
and not worry about ******* it up?*
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
I can't write good poetry anymore.
Anytime I sit down and try to pound out a few words that might make someone feel
Any emotion really
Nothing special
Maybe just a small twinkle
Or a twinge
I come up lacking.
My former knack for the typed word has gone out the window.
Along with all of my worries and cares
Don't get me wrong
I still freak out
And cry sometimes
But I'm not sad anymore.
The deep emotions that I felt were unexpressed in the sad little heart of a girl that stopped existing a year ago are no longer struggling to escape from the tips of my brown little fingers.
The words flow as freely as the peace in my heart
Now that I've remembered what they are.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I am the Witch of the Moon
I cast spells for the stars
And they sing me lullabies to sooth me into troubled sleep
I crush herbs in the craters of the moon and scatter their dust across the sky
The universe calls to me and I run
Deep in the caverns of my beloved home
They wish to rip me from Luna
To go traipsing across the stars
With my entrancing words
And whimsical ways
But I only dance in the light of her glow
I only sing when we are alone
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 10:20 PM UTC
Every time I sit down with the intention of expunging thoughts from my jumbled up and cloudy mind
The wires get tangled
The letters mush together into pictograms that I can't decipher
My intentions and my feelings come out in a foreign way
I don't even understand what they're trying to say and
it's
so
maddening
to realize that I can't even communicate with myself
Am I declining into insanity?
Or am I just far more smitten with you than I even let myself believe?
Your presence wraps around me and nothing else matters.
When I feel you near, I am happy.
And it ****** me off.
Sometimes I want to rage
and grump
and pout
and there are so many things about you that make me want to just smile and say it's okay
even when it's a lie
So when I lash out and strike you
when I get snippy and short of tongue
I'm just trying to stay grounded in my ever overwhelming emotional state
I'm just trying to stay sane
Even though the overwhelming thought of you nearly bursts my membrane
You've turned my poems to **** and my heart to sludge
and
I love you.
Sep 2, 2013
Sep 2, 2013 at 11:37 PM UTC
I’ve forgotten how to fall.
Completely let go and let myself
plummet
into your inevitability
I’ve forgotten how to be overwhelmed
by you
your eyes
your hands
the way I feel when I can’t tell if warmth of the sheets is from my heated nature or yours
My tangled emotions come out in all the wrong order
I’m sorry I’m a little crazy
My ****** up heart makes me think I’m losing my mind sometimes
I may never pull myself together
and climb out of this rut forever
but at least I know
how I feel about you
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC