*You are the ocean
I can feel the love in waves with your breath
breathe deep, you cannot disagree
this is difficult for us, I know i'ts hard for me
I can feel your chest rise and fall when you are thinking, when your consciousness fades
up and down like our spirits, here and there like this rain
You are time and you stand still when it hurts
when I'm failed by words and my eyes avert
I want to open up and still feel strong
push on and push through it
my breath gets short when the silence is this long
we were wrong to ever agree to be less than this
to assume there's any force but love between us
You are joy, you are my boy.
I found you and the same day, I found bliss
You are the teacher who told me to find the comfort in the ignorance
Your assurance is insurance for everlasting happiness
there's a lot of comfort in a mattress on a floor
and maybe you're not quite home yet but you're always an open door
You are more
I wish I could find the words to tell you I want to find myself first
and when I can finally sing a song, know that you'll be the first verse
You are music, but will this be a whole note or a staccato burst?
I am the warmest when you defrost my ego,
You are the sun
I feel your warmth in a room full of people
You are a novel but I struggle to turn your pages
You are advancement but we move at different paces
in different shoes and separate sizes,
Same virtue and common views even some similar vices
You are words and I am realizing
You are the prizes well worth the prices
if we lose sight of the sky we've got years to find it
When you're a knot I'm here to untie it
You told me to breathe, let's start our realignment
pretty soon the sun will rise, and our eyes will adjust or we will be blinded
You are laughter and my world is righted
You are the poem I will always be writing
when it gets the darkest, you shine the brightest.*
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
I remember touching your veins and breathing in the way you smelt
I cried at your cigarettes and the way you held your head on Sundays
I felt at home in your warmth
I watched the sea of freckles on your arm become my own
Your tears fell along both of our cheeks
I shared your oxygen and now I share the silence
If it takes my whole life
I promise I will hold you up
I'll carry you and throw the bottles away until you can carry yourself
Even if I never had a home I had a place to hide
I hope you find what you're looking for
You've taught me there's never a force on Earth like love
You've been locked in those rooms for all these years
Let's find the keys
I breathe because you held emotion before my lungs had formed
Held compassion for me before you ever met me
Warmed my heart in the coldest nights
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 2:32 PM UTC
I learn more about the importance of guarding my heart every time I open it. I am far too naive and hopeful, I love too easily and I am too quick to believe things people say to me. I see the best in people and even though I allow myself to see people’s true colors, I become blind to how dark the shades get. I am the grand optimist, because I lay on the dirt in the dark where people leave me and all I can look at is the stars. I am tired of being used to fill a void, because I am whole. I am a full moon, and every man I encounter is my phase; slowly, piece by piece I disappear, until I enclose entirely into the shadows. Today is another new moon.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
lately ive been counting stars but not my blessings
i remember to go to school but i forget the lessons
i can see my talents
but not for what i am destined
i haven't thought of the answer
because im caught up on the question
my heart is beating f a s t lately
my patience is spread thin
my emotions are
u
p
and
d
o
w
like the ocean
left alone somewhere at sea level
feeling sick from the rocky motion
he's knocking me d
o
he's kicking my *** w
he's getting another punch in
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:39 AM UTC
I am not plaster to pour into your mold
of what you wish I would be
of what you wish I would say
let me breathe
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 11:25 AM UTC
we are playing a game of cat and mouse
i am the rodent through and through
clawed and bleeding at your paws
as i wake with your hand between my thighs
as you breathe life into me
good morning
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
*I told myself I was done making poems out of people
It is comparatively easier to erase words
than a soul from my memory
people aren't poems
poetry is a flame
a fire doesn't pick and choose what it engulfs
it is both violently dangerous and entirely free
and under the influence of your gaze
I've set ablaze an entire library
do you think books have emotion?
do words feel the pain?
there is a ghost of you following me and I've been trying to capture the sound of your voice in clicks of a keyboard
I tried press the pen close to the paper
like your fingers on my back on those long nights
now mine are blistered and I've replaced the memories with ash piles on my book shelves
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:02 PM UTC
I'm not gonna try to save you or fix you
you've got to want that on your own
I am not an idea or a concept
or a means to feel whole again
I am not mediocre
I am not simple
I am not the girls you climb in bed with when your heart hurts
I am on a journey and I will hold out my hand
you can grab it and come with me
or you can waste your life away with your "I can't"s
I will dance and sing with you anywhere
but at your pity party
I don't care about what your exes did wrong
tell me what they did right
tell me about your dreams
don't you dare tell me
you can't have or be or do anything you want
because I will tell you
you are wrong
you are wrong you are wrong you are wrong
you are so close to everything you desire
you just have to truly want it
do not doubt yourself
your strength
there is power in your thoughts and importance in your attitude
act accordingly
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:51 PM UTC
He’s begging me not to leave
and in my head
I’ve already went over a
thousand scenarios
He tells me it’s possible
for two people to be on the
exact
same
page
but I don’t know if he realizes the difference between his eyesight
and my own
we see through the same optical anatomy but his vision
will
always
be
blurry
without his glasses
We can both read the same words but through
different vision
we can glue our fingertips together but the prints
would never line up
He can press his hips to mine
but there are separate galaxies growing
inside
of
us
We can sleep aside each other
we could tangle the ends of our hair together
and touch our foreheads
in our slumber
but we will never share our dreams
The lines in a poem could have
a
thousand
different
interpretations
I wish you could realize
that doesn’t mean
any one of those meanings
is wrong
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:33 PM UTC
You are my blind eye
to my skin stretched tight against my worn bones
always too sensitive to the cold
I laid my insecurities
out side by side
captioned in full detail
as real as sight
And you canceled each one out as your fingers dragged along my thighs
You are tickles in my nose
from the smell of smoke, the longing for a drag
When Ive always turned my nose
Maybe I just want to get close
closer
become the very matter of your bones
hold you in more places than just my dreams
I want to think of you
when I think of
Home
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 1:31 PM UTC