We all must be ready for the ends of our times,
For death does not waiver so neither shall I.
And when my hour comes; Ill look to the next life,
For death’s "final say” is merely a lie.
Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 11:16 PM UTC
She didn’t want you so she left
you hanging out in the air,
remembering not how you got there to begin with,
but you fall nevertheless, and
the softness you had expected
has been replaced with nothing
but rocks sharp as daggers to break your fall,
and leave you broken.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 11:21 PM UTC
Why is it that we’re with the wrong people
why do we accept the love we think we deserve
And when we think we’ve gained the courage to leave
in the moment of truth we lose all our nerve?
I keep thinking if I just do this or do that
then I’ll gain the acceptance I’ve been craving so bad
but nothing is ever enough when these people only take
this sad fact is one I believe I’ll never shake.
Mar 9, 2016
Mar 9, 2016 at 10:56 PM UTC
I am tired of life, how nothing coming is ever new
the skies for too long have been grey, never again to turn back blue
nothing to left to create, nothing worth striving for
so when opportunity knocks
I now simply lock the door.
Mar 1, 2016
Mar 1, 2016 at 3:00 PM UTC
Tremendous curiosity floated in the air
gleaming eyes of experience
with so much malicious intent
work
about
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
When happy her
Eyes turn green like verdurous
Hills I hold so dear
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
I have not written as of late
I’m sorry but I’ve hardly found the time
For she possesses the ability to elevate
My soul high above cloud nine
Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:15 PM UTC
I saw her today
Eyes alluring and seductive
bewitching my soul
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 1:07 AM UTC
I am good enough
such a catch
with countless talents
personality to spare
of course I am good enough
Then I delve deeper
shining light on where I had not seen
to see the gems that sparkle
her character her qualities
her endearing idiosyncrasies
were brighter all along
They were only concealed by the murkiness
of my own vanity
my narcissistic ideology
that I am more than good enough for her.
Am I?
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 1:26 AM UTC
What would you do if I were to leave
If something were to happen, a horror to conceive
My darling I don’t mean to be
So melancholy
But what would you do if I were to leave
What will you say when I have gone away
Was I still a stranger on my dying day
Had I let you in or kept you locked out in the cold
My dearest I pray I loved you well
As we both grew old.
What will be done as I’m laid in the ground to rest
I hope I’ll not be dressed in my very best
Some old worn and tattered clothes will do
For it seems such a waste
To leave fine things to death and decay
When you’ve finally passed my dear
Will your soul come rest with mine
As the world continues turning, paying us no more mind
Our tombstones declare me loving, yours will claim you were kind
But both words suit yours better than just one does on mine.
Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC