you stand tall
facing the works of art,
Monet and
Renoir and
Van Gogh
all slowly
consuming your thoughts
color by color,
brushstroke by brushstroke
and you have
the nerve
to ask me
to point towards my favorite
masterpiece;
you pessimist,
you train wreck,
it's always been you.
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All Rights Reserved
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I've spent my entire life being uninvited, ignored and never included
But now?
My loneliness is a choice
Because even though they're all begging for my attention
They are the ones who taught to me travel alone
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
I whisper your name
and your voice echoes back.
so I whisper of what we had,
but I get no response,
so I scream this time,
louder,and LOUDER,
but there is no echo,
there is no host.
I tear up a bit cause I was hopeful,
I turn around to leave,
but then
your voice echoes,
"I miss you too"
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 9:08 AM UTC
Something tells me you will come back one day.
It's in the way you tell me you will be in touch.
In the way you question me if I have someone new,
incessantly, I might add, and to the rhythm of jealousy.
It also comes in the way you still tell me I'm beautiful,
and how you long for me, how you think of me in all you do.
But we are at a time when love forbids.
And the only thing you can do is drop subtle hints.
You will come back one day, and I will be here,
because I always remember what I lost,
and I always have faith in what will return.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:55 AM UTC
You gave,
you loved,
you lost,
you received,
you reprieved.
A cycle I thought you were going to keep on repeat.
But I forgot the most important step,
defeat.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
You left me at a time I didn't need leaving,
You stayed at a time I didn't need staying,
But you never loved me when I needed loving.
When will you ever decide to meet me halfway?
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:39 AM UTC
I present to you a weapon,
an almighty sword called Passion.
I yielded it with pride and glory,
hoping for anyone to claim.
It attracted both angels and ghouls,
and I chose to give it to the latter
because I was an eager fool.
I gave it to the devil with the halo,
and the sword turned against me.
He ceased my time, love and lust.
I gave it all but it was never enough.
He drained my soul dry, and emptied my well,
Passion to my throat, me under his spell.
He threatened to cut me, so I endured,
but the day came and I cut the cord.
I let myself bleed as he released his hold,
here comes the end of a story once untold.
Now this is where something new begins,
the part where I realize I'm ready again,
Here I stand before you with tired arms,
ready to give you what I once gave.
Now that you know what I've been through
and what this blade can ultimately do,
I pray that you take it and use it with truth.
Do what you must, and do what you will,
but I beg of you to keep this in mind,
know that this is what killed me before,
please, just please, don't be unkind.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
Every inch of pain and heartache I have suffered,
became cement to build myself the highest walls.
The tears I've cried through seasons and years,
became solidified to build myself a cocoon of deep sorrow.
And I am a big girl now, in a sense that when something
horrifying happens, my first instinct isn't to cry anymore.
Instead, I stare at this imaginary oblivion, thinking how
irrelevant all of this would be, if I jumped down a ledge.
True love is what everybody hopes for, a concept everyone
would eagerly embrace in a second. It's just a pity that
not everyone knows what the repercussions are, if you apply
this love to the wrong person.
You'd think of that ledge again, incessantly, until you finally do it.
You give in to your demons, the past, and your sorrows, you jump.
Unless of course.. you find the right person, before anything else.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC
Running through fields of green,
Sparks of lonely laughter,
and a gentle wind.
I spin around and spin some more,
until I wake up dazed,
on the cold hard floor.
Tears greet me with the same formalities,
a reflection laughs at my insanity.
I try to stand and I shake and squirm,
Only to end up wriggling, like a dying worm.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:09 AM UTC
In the dark and I can't see,
gave you the candle,
you were the oxygen,
And now I can't breathe.
The fire that sparked
consumed us whole,
I thought you'd stay
but you killed my soul.
Amidst the cosmic planes,
I took in your being,
tried to take me back,
but I felt us dying.
Our love became a star,
Long dead and long gone,
still high on its fumes though,
Awaiting, a new dawn.
May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 7:05 AM UTC