Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

No other choice but to witness old wounds reopen
Like a book you've read a thousand times
You know what's coming
Still, it catches you by surprise
Do you hope, wish and pray that someone was there to wipe your blurry eyes?
Even after all these years you recall each detail
Forced to relive your darkest fears

Some nights, do you lay in bed
Finding it hard to sleep
Battling with thoughts in your head?

Do you?

l.v.s

i'm lying next to you now
There's hardly any sound

Entangled feet and my racing
heartbeat is all that matters now

You seem to take a hold of me,
the thought of you swirls around my head

Grinning while i write poetry about you
when you're lying next to me in my bed

(s.m)

i said tonight
that i'm going to be dead
you said,
go ahead
i asked,
don't you care?
the stifling silence
on the other end of the line
was enough of an answer
of you and my life

i said tonight
good night
i love you
i'm going to be dead
the line clicked dead
and let go of the rope i did
swinging, my feet
i wish you were here
to grab them
and pull me back
i thought this as i

no more oxygen

*go ahead

She writes about sadness
to console herself
to find another who can relate

She writes about peace
to feel it even just by ink
to feel tranquility amidst adversity

She writes about love
because she's in love
and she fell out of love

She writes about bitterness
because she lacks in sweetness
and her life is a mess

She writes about hope
asking what it is
wishing there really is

She writes about lust
to experience the pleasure
of pleasuring herself

She writes,
to surpass the limitations of her understanding
to fake reality
to cover lies
to correct mistakes
to lessen the pain
to share the burden

She writes,
To expose her soul
She writes,
To fool herself

There's one girl I adore.
She's kind.
She's a down to earth person.
She's an understanding girl.
She's weird ( I find it cute tho)
She's naughty.
She's not that "maarte"
She's a girl you'll not get bored with.
She's bubbly.
She's out goer.
She's adventurous.
She's a girl who loves to eat.
She's a girl who loves to travel.
She's a girl who loves visiting Churches.
She's perfect for me.
She's the one.
She is.

Can’t sleep
           not even a wink
                   you could say I’m restless.
No air in my lungs
                       i’m left here gasping
                                               you could say I’m breathless.

The water in my eyes
                               done dried up
                                                     no more time for tears.
After a while I was numb to it all
                                                      so I got no
                                                                ­     hopes or fears.

My heart tore from my hollow chest
                                                       so I ain’t got none
                                                                ­               left for giving.
The good part is that
                                   you can’t die
                                                 if you were never really living.

Give me a second
I need to breathe
A moment to let the air rest inside of me
Before I force it back out and into the world
Give me a moment
I can't stop shaking
My hands and my feet restless they dance
Strongly and boldly with no permission from me
They do as they please while the air stays at bay
I'm suffocating now and nothing feels quite real
A normal day in the life of the anxious
A normal day in the the life of the dying

If things change between us

Let them be for the worst

Seeing as how it's been so long
since my flesh has seen the blood
that holds it upright

"Let's ruin it all,
and reunite in The Fall"

I'm sure the bones still crackle
like the witch's laugh; and
the older I get the longer
it takes to heal

But don't hold that against me

Let the blood spill
where they may

Someone is always there,
ready to clean up the mess
forlorn lovers make

If things get worse,
let it plummet into the depths
of this fictional earth

Where stories begin with I,
He, and She
and They

Like weeds, love somehow
always finds it's way into the
crevices of naive
pedestrians.