People lie.
Promises are spoken.
People die.
Promises are broken.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 6:24 PM UTC
Heart shattered like a pane of glass,
the pieces lying there in the grass.
On me, you turned,
by you, I was spurned.
My trust in you, chopped down,
It feels like I drown
in your treason,
I don’t even know your reason
of why you did this to me.
I’m like an amputee,
who lost his half of himself,
how do you live with yourself?
You were the one who caused this
giant abyss
between us.
You threw me under the bus.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 12:32 PM UTC
Bump, bump
in my skull.
Causing me to slump
while listening to the dull
thump, thump.
Pressure building in my head,
threatening to break.
these things, I always dread.
This is why it’s called a headache.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
Orange, crackling tongues flick,
Trying to find something to lick.
To find something to burn,
to find something to turn
into ashes.
Its heat, creating gashes
in the earth,
causing dearth
in this place,
that was once full of grace,
but is now being blazed,
being razed.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 9:43 AM UTC
The leaves turning yellow, orange, red,
falling to the ground.
Upcoming winter is to dread.
Leaves, falling all around.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
The blazing, burning heat.
The sun, turning the world dry.
The bliss of spring is complete.
The ground, waits for the clouds to cry.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:05 AM UTC
The hot, humid sun,
the new freshness of the world.
Winter is done,
flowers, becoming unfurled.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:04 AM UTC
The crushing, crisp, cold air.
Everything covered in a layer of snow.
The snowflakes caught in your hair.
The world shining in a white glow.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
Feel
the raindrops roll down your face,
wrapping you in their liquid embrace.
See
the blinding lightning
the dark clouds, brightening.
Taste
the crisp water pouring from the sky
the rain, leaving nothing dry.
Hear
the roaring thunder,
filling you with wonder.
Know
that after this,
the thirsty earth will return to bliss.
May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 4:32 PM UTC
Have you ever stopped to look at the trees?
How they lightly sway in the gentle breeze?
The icicles on their leaves when they freeze?
Standing strong, even in the high seas?
Then, you would wish that we weren't brought to our knees
with such amazing ease.
You would wish to be more like the trees.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 7:21 PM UTC