The street was light
filled to the brim
the most purest place
After a while
and it was no longer purely white
The dark showed up
the street lights came on
shadows were following behind
but then they were gone
and I was alone
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 10:48 PM UTC
i wish
that love
still
ignited a raging fire
inside my chest
and flowed sparks through
my veins
and masked my
brain
with smoke
so the loneliness
wouldn't feel
as
cold
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
i want to
take my slow time
meandering down
down and down your pale chest,
kissing every birthmark,
every part of you,
every so slowly as you shiver under
my soft touches.
i want to trail my cool fingers from ur lips
and grip you close to me
as the blood rushes to every piece of you i touch.
i want to make you mine.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
a chasm deep in my chest
opened up
when i heard you moved on.
that you have a new girl on your arm now
that she has glasses, is short-- kinda
kinda reminds me of me
maybe, maybe
she reminds you of me,
who knows?
but thinking of you holding her in your arms the way you used to,
her fingers trailing your collarbone the way i did,
laying kisses down on it as if she was walking down the line
the way i used to...
you, stealing her away from a quick embrace in a dark corner, a long, passionate and forbidden kiss masked by the darkness and away from the bleary lights
will you love her the way you never did me?
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 10:41 PM UTC
I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.
Now read from bottom to top.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Loneliness is a strange thing
Sometimes it longs for people
But when something comes along one can get scared
anxious
unsure
Now wanting and longing for the loneliness to return with open arms and a tight comferting hug
Where one knows it’s safe
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
I wanted to say,
lock yourself in a room,
scream until you have
a poem and no voice.
Open your veins and bleed
until you know that your bones
are pure words and sorrow.
Act as if you slit your own throat
and all you can bleed
are your own regrets
and all of the darkness
you boxed up for inspiration.
Write your mom a letter,
tell her you're leaving
and you won't be back for awhile
Because being a writer is traveling
through all seven layers of Hell
and denying anything is wrong.
Forget loving yourself
when all you have is a pen and paper
fused to your wrist
and Jesus is tapping at your skull
saying turn back now.
Warn the neighbors that if they smell burning
It's just your soul
clawing at the front door trying to get in.
Learn how to be alone.
Learn how to lose everything you have
in order to feel release,
learn how to only feel deceased
from now on.
A friend asked me
how to be a writer.
All I said was
don't
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
I cannot help but compare people to plants.
We are born,
Blooming throughout our lives
We sow seeds and bear fruit.
Like trees,
We take root spreading far and wide
And yet we wither and die in the same soil
Even still,
The flower petals dance through the sky
And our greatest adventure continues.
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
Dec 4, 2018
Dec 4, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC