unbreaking
I think I'm writing poems. / / These are about my true feelings turned fictitious. Sometimes when I'm not feeling anything the poems I make are just straight out fiction. They're not that good... / / This being said... I realized I never actually wrote poems I had to think about and edit for days. These poems were made in minutes... like five minutes... or fifteen... / / 12/23/15 I just don't feel like writing poems anymore haha
[AS OF January 14, 2016, 1:45: I haven't finished any poem at all for the past months and yeah, I did attempt a few times but I've just lost all motivation to write poems and I loved writing poems but now things have just been so depressing that poems don't even really entice me anymore??? I don't know, it just felt wrong one day to write poems. It felt wrong to think of words to put together or maybe it just felt wrong to think of people then hurt. I don't think I will ever be able to write poems ever again, I've just lost all my will to, but I'll leave my poems here and on tumblr, and wherever the hell I put them, just in case people might come across them and read them and think, hey, I know this feeling, whatever.]
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC
I know
it’s like getting hit at 120
waking up a week later
with fractured ribs,
a cut in my skull,
a feeling of uselessness in my limbs,
and a chronic mental trauma
meanwhile
all you got are
****** bruises
caused by the airbag that at least
saved you despite that,
a dent in the quarter panel,
minor damage to the bumpers
and it’s all ******* covered
by an insurance company
the headlines will be filled with something
like reckless imprudence
resulting to physical injuries
but you won’t need your lawyers anymore
because I promise you I will take the blame
anyway
Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 12:00 PM UTC
Though you are
all the reason behind
this mess my heart is
enkindling in my
thoracic cavity,
you will always be
my only calm after
the storm.
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:15 PM UTC
Inasmuch as I want to
completely detach you
from me
I can not
the same way I couldn't possibly make
what we had-
what was there
down to the dusty pieces-
any less sweet
because when I opened the door for you
and I was greeted by gentle 7 am sun rays
that were all you
I knew starry nights couldn't compete
the same way I couldn't possibly make
you choose to stay
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 15, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
We sleep at night disheartened
with the heaviness of what had happened earlier in the day
and the pressure of positively waking up the next morning
without so much a good night greeting from
the person who means the most
The darkness had broken in
and there are no silent tip taps of rain drops to sing us to sleep
we turn off the light because the brightness is contradicting
with the sun that is nowhere to be seen
in the holes of our souls, the loneliness comes rushing in between
But today is different
and today is good
the sun is rising
and it is just about time to sleep with full hearts
more than anything
The moon had just left
the place is left warm
the subtle light of the room is comforting
and you're all the reason for it
my wonderful, wonderful sunshine
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
After a million little doses of wonderful
and more and more
from you
I'm leaving
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
Now what of you
from a place in my memory
from a memory in the past
from the past I barely remember
anymore
Is there
any more you will be to me
than a phone number I cannot call
than a photograph in my computer screen
than a newspaper article I've read and reread again and
again
Are you more of a loss or
a gain- like the profit from falling for love
and the debt from falling apart
in love
and all its constituents from
butterflies to monsters
to daydreams to tear drops to
fireworks
Because this want works like
fire works
to burn then burn out
but never like the fire in your eyes
of passion and compassion
that builds fire then stays
burning up
unless in exchange of more
match sticks you have for
today
Will you forever be a thought from night
to day
from all the merriment I encounter
to all the melancholy after
a thought I'll remember
more striking than a bad news typed in
boldface
This might be like all the others where I put on a
bold face
to pick up one by one
the torn pieces of hope I set up way too high
but not to fix any part of my heart
fully secured
from similar events from before
tick tock tick tock
there, like time, like them, off you go
Off you go
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 4:11 PM UTC
I look at you and I am looking
at fireworks
Bright, blinding and fascinating
But my eyes are wide open
And I'm not interested
That you're way up in the sky
Unreachable
Everybody's looking up
like me
But not everybody's sick,
like me,
of watching bright colors unfold
of watching you ***** perfection
like it has to be gotten out of your system
because it's already too much
even your body can't handle it
Let me put it this way
Imagine all the butterflies
that rested their own chaos in my
stomach
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC
I can tell you don't mean a thing to him
or to her
to whoever, whatever gender
of that one attractive stranger
you taught yourself to admire
that you can set yourself on fire
they'll turn the gasoline flow higher
tell him your truth and he'll call you a liar
tell her your truth and she'll think that it's dire
you'll accept you are what they think you seem
just a container of tarnished self-esteem
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 6:02 AM UTC
When the sun is up
and our eyes are open
maybe we can talk
even if it rains
even if we're not awake
When my throat's not sore
and your ears are uncovered
maybe we can talk
even if I can't speak
even if you don't listen
When the time arrives
and it's not too late
okay, we will talk
even if you're in a rush
even if it doesn't matter then
When you realize you're still in love
and I overcome my heart and you
no, we will not talk
even if you have a lot to explain
even if I want to
Apr 6, 2015
Apr 6, 2015 at 11:47 AM UTC