i wrapped the strings around my wrist-
threads of red, orange, yellow.
i never wanted to forget this,
and now i can't seem to let go.
i won't hold back this feeling-
i am human, after all-
but i'll try to keep from fleeing,
cowering behind my walls.
so, this is all i'll write-
just a few lines more.
maybe in time you'll see
i'm quite worth fighting for.
Feb 9, 2014
Feb 9, 2014 at 11:02 AM UTC
i feel
that i
can see
your mind
a place
you go
to see
just why
your lips
they burn
with love
and hate
and, oh
our fate
entwined
in time
can you
see mine?
Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
Peeling paint and tattered sails,
A vessel for no ones and ne'er-do-wells,
My deck is littered with broken dreams,
My hull, of holes like window screens.
The holes are greedy for the sea.
The waves are pouring over me
Try as I may I'm sinking fast-
a forgotten ship from the past.
My anchor's cut,
My crew is dead,
I should have listened
When she said,
Instead of going on my own,
Preferring to be left alone,
Perhaps this is not meant for me.
Destroyed by blind naivety.
I should have docked
At the port,
At low tide
To rest in comfort.
But instead I will be thinking
Of the one who left me sinking
Without anchor, without shore,
Without things for ever more.
As I sink,
I can't but think,
Just man can save me
From the sea.
Oct 20, 2013
Oct 20, 2013 at 4:49 AM UTC
this isn't a poem
it's not beautiful
it's not special
just reality
but the honest truth is
i'm just trying to
pretend for one little second
that i'm enough for you
i imagine your laugh
and a slow, sensuous smile
spreading across your lips
as you read these words
but this isn't a poem
filled to the brim
with words of love
just reality
how do you create
those tender words
that caress me
where so few can?
i imagine your eyes
under heavy lashes
lowering as you think
of those precious moments
this isn't a poem
just reality
Jan 18, 2011
Jan 18, 2011 at 2:19 PM UTC
you are not an orange
oranges are smaller
you are not a graprefruit
grapefruits are more sour
what are you
you
that sits in my hand
taunting me to discover
you
that is neither one nor the other
must i guess? must i ponder?
your outside is misleading
your inside is sweet
joy! i know what you are
you are just like me
Dec 31, 2010
Dec 31, 2010 at 9:10 PM UTC
do broken hearts still beat?
the pain in my chest
says yes
thumping, thumping
driving me insane
you wanted me to be number two
when i wanted to be number one
no, no, no!
you can't take back love when
you never really gave it anyway
your sorry is worthless to me
it can't fix this pain
so stand there and tell me
that i have to be number two
because she's number one
well i won't, i won't!!
you're human,
you make mistakes
but i won't be around
when it's your heart that breaks
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 8:22 PM UTC
when i was a young girl
living in a little white farm house
with a blue tin roof
i would wander through the streams
it was the dead of summer
hot, sticky, humid air all around
and i was barefoot
wading through the water
when i came up to a snake
and he looked at me
with those beady eyes
his black scales gleaming in the hot sun
we stared each other down
for hours and hours we were neck and neck
the sun went down, the sun came up
and neither of us moved
then summer turned to fall
and my feet got cold
so i stood up and i thanked the snake
and walked away
again when i was a young girl
living in that little white house
with the blue tin roof
i had a dog
my dog and i went everywhere
sometimes he carried me
sometimes i carried him
but one day he took me to the top
of a big, big, big mountain
we were so high it was hard to breathe
i looked up above and i saw stars
then i looked around, and i saw nothing
my dog had left, and i was alone
so i laid down and i stared at those stars
they spoke to me though i heard nothing
they told me all the secrets of the world
of the stars, of the big black sky
but soon i grew tired
so i stood up and i thanked those stars
and walked away
Dec 19, 2010
Dec 19, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
I dare not open my heart
Should I find the contents dried,
Shriveled from lack of use,
Tho' I've continually tried.
Should I open my heart?
I fear the absolute worst.
And if I'm left with nothing?
My fears, they are a curse.
I wish to open my heart,
To place it in your hands.
Mold it, mend it, shape it, break it.
Carry it over seas and lands.
If I open my heart,
If I give it to you,
Will you please give me the pleasure,
Of having your heart, too?
Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 8:23 PM UTC
separate patterns dance their own tune
searching for fleeting moments
to touch
explore
on again, off again
praying that the other will return
a transient waltz
ecstacy at the fingertips
once more, its gone
a leap, spin, twirl
expressed with only the hope
of loving caress and praise
beg for
pray for
the étude
that brings
your path
to mine
forever
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 6:55 PM UTC
dont panic, he said
i'll always be here
whether in your your heart or in your mind
i'll keep you save from nightmare
i know its cold and
this distance is almost too much
one day, he said
i'll warm you with my touch
i wanted to believe those words
if only to allay my fear
hope and faith are hard to come by
when theres no one here
words can bring comfort
and comfort leads to trust
but trust brings nothing
when you dont back it up
words can bring pain
wounds that dont mend
dont panic, he said
you'll be okay in the end
someone should have told him
"think before you speak"
nothing is okay
i'm broken and weak
all we have are words
they damage but they heal
we love and laugh and hate and cry
words have taught us how to feel
Oct 26, 2010
Oct 26, 2010 at 6:54 PM UTC