My life was black and white
A colorless canvas that stood barren
Color was never essential
It was never a necessity of mine.
Yet somehow in my own dull perception
A dot had formed right in the center
A bright dot to say the least...
A peculiar thing I had never seen before
It grew slowly, little by little
A storm of color emerged with each inch
Brown, Yellow, Blue, Purple...
So many different colors
My canvas was no longer colorless
In fact it was the complete opposite.
It was not plain and it was not normal
It was now a work of art.
People gawked at its odd style
Praised it for its unusual strokes
A bizarre spectacle to most
And a quite unexpected transformation for me...
"Who painted this strange piece?"
Before I knew it people were staring at me.
Puzzling eyes that clapped in my direction
"Congratulations on your success"
Words that made me realize I was the painter
I was the one holding the brush
The ****** who painted my own path
The one who put color into my life
"Sign the painting" They all cheered
But now that I know I'm the painter
My work of art is not finished yet
I have unfinished business in my life
I cannot quit now.
Knowing that I still haven't found the right colors
The right mix of red, green or blue to solve my problems
I cannot call this a masterpiece...
My life is still a canvas
But it's not colorless anymore...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:49 AM UTC
In my heart there is a garden
The garden I took so much care of
I dreamed of having simple, beautiful roses
Lovely orchids and colorful tulips
As I grew older my dreams started to change
The garden desired material things
It wanted a lovely fountain in the middle
Sprinklers and cute little gnomes on the side
But as people started visiting my garden
It started to wither as they came and went
I was so busy entertaining others
My garden started to suffer in the process
But once you stepped into my garden it came to life
You repaired every little flaw
You showed me beautiful flowers
But then you left my garden for another...
I'm trying my best to show you I'm happy how things are
But no matter how many flowers I plant
Or fountains I place inside
The only thing I long for is you inside it..
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 10:08 AM UTC
We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...
We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation
We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly
Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:47 AM UTC
I can never be that girl you adore
The same girl you would do anything for
Someone you've admired long before me
And someone that fits your own reality
I'm just a boy who wants to have you
But dreams like these never come true
I can never be more of a woman than her
She'll always be the one you'd prefer
Fate is so fickle and yet so so sweet
I'm glad fate decided you and I would meet
But if I had the choice to choose my path
I would forget you instead of facing love's wrath
She is your dream and your desire
And you are something I can only wish to acquire
I've accepted you and I cannot be together
Because I know in my heart I can never be her
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
You gave me flowers
And the thorns had stung my hand
And you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man
I held them tight
My hands bled and I never let go
It was worth every moment
Because the pain helped me grow
The roses had died
I had realized a little too late
Because now you're gone too
You and the roses shared the same fate
And now I stand at your grave
With tears and roses in my hand
Because you said roses
Were the flowers for a special kind of man...
Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 3:07 AM UTC
Remember the first time that you told me hello?
It was an awkward moment that I will always know
I remember us laughing in that simple, little moment
A time when we lived solely for our own enjoyment
Remember the first time that you held my hand?
A moment filled with confusion that I didn't understand
I had felt warmth and a tingling in my heart
A memory in my mind that will never depart
Remember the first time you held me in your embrace?
An action filled with love and done with such grace
My own heart started beating like an endless melody
A song that never stopped in our own little fantasy
Remember the first time that our lips finally met?
A beautiful moment I will never forget
It was like an explosion of love that I cannot truly explain
A metallic wine or the sweetest tasting champagne
Remember the first time that you told me goodbye?
The only moment we had that I wanted to die
You were gonna leave me because you needed to be free
I let you go because I knew your lover was something I could never be
Do I regret my decision?
I regret it every second that passes by
Because you will always be my first love
And my love for you will never die...
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Goodbyes never hurt me
It's always the memories that follow
To live in such a cruel reality
A world so insensitive and shallow
A goodbye is just a moment
But the memories are stuck on replay
To think we deserve such torment
We remember each and every day
A goodbye will not hurt you
But the memories will shatter your being
Break your heart into pieces
Your life may even lose meaning
Goodbyes do not hurt you
They are only the beginning
A life that was once so simple
Turned into a life so unforgiving
Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:42 PM UTC
I never meant to push you away
I just needed to do something that no else could do for me
And that was getting over you
As much as it hurt me to ignore you
To tell you I was too busy to talk
Just know I've always been in love with you
My heart broke every time I told you goodbye
And then turned to dust with every single chance I never took
Every moment that was wasted trying not to speak to you
I could never be just friends with you
And now you've made it clear
That I never will...
I'm sorry
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 6:09 AM UTC
A life without love
Is like an ocean without fish
A garden without flowers
A sound without noise
A life without love
Is a morning without coffee
A smile without joy
A word without letters
A life without love
Is a life without you
And the life I am living
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Be my poison and be my drugs
Give me lustful kisses and tighter hugs
Love me with pain and show me the pleasure
Bury me in lust like your hidden treasure
Caress my body and stroke my face
Pull my hair and let our bodies race
Moan your curses and scream your shame
Bite my skin in this lustful game
Give me more you're my addiction
I love the heat and I love the friction
Slap me here and scratch me there
Show me your eyes, your **** stare
Punish me I need to be taught by my master
Keep going! Don't stop! I want it to go faster!
I'm gonna burst! This deed is almost complete!
When we're done lets lather, rinse and repeat.
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 12:50 AM UTC