just like me
there is a shortage of time
or perhaps
a sensation
of running out of it.
much like you
nobody seems to notice me until I'm gone
the wind shifts
the flowers have already blossomed
yet the sun becomes too warm to allow pleasantries
and in a blink of an eye
you are gone
much like me
when nobody looks long enough to notice.
Jun 1, 2019
Jun 1, 2019 at 12:19 AM UTC
we always think about what we did with our lives
and what did it get us.
for me I gained nothing more than musings at 3am
in a forgotten spot in a forgotten town.
I was always welcomed with the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before.
It wasn’t a friendly welcome but it was a welcoming.
here, in this small lit up space,
I found myself disappear into something else
No longer was I was person in a cubicle, answering phones,
submitting numbers into a tired system.
I was someone who although couldn’t beat insomnia,
I made it apart of my life.
I would learn about others
and mold myself from my own clay into something new.
I made it a point to learn from my tired mind and thoughts,
I made sure I made not sleeping soundly through the night worth it.
It was always somber; just a tear stained cheek away from being devastating;
I found my home here
in the lit up shop on the corner of Sullivan and Orchard;
Where I would always be greeted by the smell of stale coffee that hadn’t been brewed fresh since lunch merely ten hours before.
Feb 26, 2019
Feb 26, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
It is okay to be grounded
This is something i must tell my soaring heart
Every second of every day.
When the world seems to open to you
Like it’s yours for the taking,
“Oh, but you must hold back”
That is something that I wasn’t used to hearing
For I was the one who had to make my own path
And holding back was never an option for me
I was told to always bite my tongue and never let others understand what I was feeling
So the expression of words got stuck in my mind
And could only be freed when I placed a pencil in my hand
It is okay to be grounded
This is something I tell others
When they worry about where life may take them
I still have no idea where my own life is taking me
But every second of every day
I must tell my soaring heart it is okay.
This will all be okay one day,
And perhaps my okay is different from yours
But one day it’ll all work out
You’ll get the promotion you always talked about
And maybe we’ll fall in love
And have a nice colonial somewhere we make our own
But for now we must tell our hearts that while it is okay to dream
We can stay grounded for the time being
Until we both sprout wings and have the ability to soar
Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
being lonely can be wonderful
but being lonely can be terrible
when all I want to do is escape into your arms
and breathe in your scent
so I can soothe myself
but also be home alone
so I can listen to my own music
and take up the whole bed
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
they say it's hard to let go
but watch
as my fingertips
unlatch from the side of the rock
and fall into the pit.
to be by myself
to rely solely on myself
because you
and the rest of the world
is incapable of taking care of a soul
that creates earthquakes
starts floods
rattles the trees with a strong and intense breeze
these are things you'll never understand about me
because you didn't want to let me in.
but maybe it's better this way.
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 12:35 PM UTC
Him.
That's all it took to easily drive me insane.
Even the proposal of having to deal with him any day longer than the next was unbearable.
He was the one that brought
sin
into my life
and tore me apart until
I
was left
tattered
and
broken.
But what made it so more more unbearable was the fact that I couldn't leave this nightmare-
he followed me around
EVERYWHERE.
Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 11:42 PM UTC
i hate you.
not because i have an ounce of spite in me.
i hate you because you made me miss you.
because you just had to time it so perfectly
for my lonesome, wondering soul
to want something again.
it is restless nights like these
when i stare out my window and peek through the blinds
watching as the moon hides behind the surrounding buildings
and the stars twinkle ever so slightly in the frosty atmosphere
that i feel alone.
i grew dependent on myself
and yet here i am,
writing something because you
made me
dependent on you
all
over
again.
Dec 4, 2017
Dec 4, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
for a while, I was dissatisfied
with the way the clouds shifted to cover
the minimal shine of the sun
to hide my brighter days
in a captured realm of warmth
and simultaneous rapture of frozen temptations
-
but now that a new sun has
arrived in my circle of planets and stars,
a galaxy surrounded in a smile
wrapped up and presented in a beautiful
bow made of velvet and adorned in loving
kisses
-
the sunflowers in my mind finally had a place to call
home and a place to find comfort in
as they searched for the love and happiness
that took an eternity to find
and only a moment to hold onto
for my own.
Sep 10, 2017
Sep 10, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
There was an old saying that used to always slip through my mind from time to time
And although I can’t remember it now,
I can remember what I used to see when I thought about it -
But then I’d be lying.
That’s not a good way to begin a conversation
Is it?
Lying. Such a fickle thing.
My thoughts are always flowing, always surrounding me
As they translate into things around me -
Materialize
And I etch my fingers across it,
But there’s nothing there.
An empty vase is not a metaphor
For a heart without love completing it
For flowers
Can do damage
Their thorns against the pure glass.
Just like empty thoughts and verses
Can damage the human soul
My soul
A singular soul
& simply dissipate
Into the vastness of the void
Empty and no less barren.
Mar 14, 2017
Mar 14, 2017 at 9:30 AM UTC
I clasped my hands together
but not to pray.
I did it for the perfume she left on me
when she accidently doused me with her perfume.
That careless act took her from me-
she now distantly waves in the back of my mind,
as dormant as an alleyway long forgotten
deep within the streets.
Tears don't do a thing but make the pity
grow stronger
the ancient ruins of her past flooding a
gate as a memory reappears
If there was a God he would have saved her
and for all the good in the world.
I wouldn't believe that deity
for a ****** second.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:12 AM UTC