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 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
Am I scared or am I in love with you?
Yikes jinkies jeepers zoinks ruh roh oh no
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
You swept me off my feet.
I fell in love with sleepless nights
and groggy mornings not quite knowing who I was,
or the day of the week.
I fell in love with your sunshine
and your clouds that protected me
on days that the sun could never reach me.
I fell in love with the wonder
that befell the world whenever your stars flashed
themselves into my sky,
and when the whispers of your wind
blew into my ear at two in the morning.
But what I loved most of all
were your storms.
Unpredictable, yet calming,
when it rained, it poured.
Always watering the flowers of my garden.
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
Untitled
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
One sentence
One breath
One moment
In all of human history
Can change everything.

For me it was you.
"Hi"
For me it was always as simple as that.
"Hi, this is my new girlfriend"
And everything I knew
Changed.
I thought this was done | 26
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
He Left
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
if we take his smiles
to fuel our self esteem
and use his words
as blankets
we will only end up cold
and with no where else left to go
more about 26
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
Breaking
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
Held in your arms was my closest thing to home,
and she is breaking & entering
the one place I felt safest.
I am homesick.
the key word here being, breaking
 Aug 2016 Justin G
possibly
To the girl that now holds
every last bit of my happiness between her fingers,
i have a box that belongs to you too now,
i guess.
It's nothing special
it's just filled with all the roses
he planted in my brain in place of pain
and cocoons of the butterflies that continue to flutter
against the fences of my stomach
that have yet to hatch
and managed to survive
the avalanche of  
your arrival
bye
 Aug 2016 Justin G
r
I said I love you in the field of honor
and she was like a colt, her name
like the moon caught in my throat,
she was water I held in my hands
like the canoe I worked through the river,
and she was a flash at two-thirty
in the morning of the suicidal knife,
and she was a fire of pine cones,
a butterfly that lit on the float of my pole,
and she was like the night herself.
 Aug 2016 Justin G
ryn
Hermit
 Aug 2016 Justin G
ryn
I am the hermit who lives in my head.
I gather...
I analyse...
I stow away all that I've learnt.

Because when the wind would blow
and the earth wouldn't understand.
When the world would tremble,
shaken by man's ruthless hand.

I am the hermit who lives in my head.
I listen...
I keep...
I stockpile in the shadows.

Because in my blood exists grudge...
And my bones, weary from despair.
My skin screams exhaustion
and my body feigns to care.

I am the hermit who lives in my head.
I overthink...
I hide...
I hoard all my thoughts.*

Because the walls have ears
and these pages bear eyes.
What my heart truly knows...
Is that your mouth tells only lies.
 Aug 2016 Justin G
deprivedkat
Leave me be,

Let me sleep,

For I have a very short fuse.
© July 14 , 2016 deprivedkat  

To that pesky tiredness that can't be simply fixed by sleep.
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