Never love a poet so much,
for she will build her world around you.
She’ll contrast you to the sun and stars;
she will love you so.

She will give you lovely notes
to brighten up your day.
You’ll find it a little weird
but you look forward to it, anyway.

Never love a poet so much,
for she will invest a lot in you.
She will become the person you’ll only ever need
without taking a lot from you.

She will take you to places,
and make you experience things
within a room's four corners
and her words as your wings.

Never love a poet so much,
for even after all those things
she will take away her love,
and leave you without a trace
with her heartache as her fuel
for another masterpiece.

a poet leaves.

i am sending out signals
in cryptographies.
a whisper in minimal:
"Help, please."

8-14-17 10:24 PM

Trapped, locked and helpless in our own cities,
It's like between us there are galaxies.
We create supernovas; our own fall from grace.
In the absence of time and presence of space.

But the universe unites us in an eclipse,
In the correct timing our orbits will be bent.
We'll make up and seal it with our lips;
A beautiful astronomical event.

08/04/17 9:11 PM

Does it feel better now?
That I'm no longer there,
To bitch you about how
I am stressed and tired?

Does it feel better now?
That I have no longer have
the power to control you,
and the friends you should have?

Do you feel better now?
That I'm no longer in your head
and that you can now have
the freedom you always wanted?

Do you feel better now?
That I, who always made you feel alone,
have left your life in peace,
with your music and friends at home?

Does it feel better now?
That I'm no longer gonna ask you,
to make me feel better again,
by stressing, and draining you?

And does it feel better now,
That the sweet words you used to make me feel good,
Are now used by you to others,
To feel better somehow?

4:36PM // 06-27-17

I took a liking to you
because you were
my escape from reality.
But you, yourself,
are starting to become
unreal, intangible; a fantasy.

i think about
a lot of things
and most of them
don't stay for long
but if i had to
sum it up,
for you,
i think i'd try.

i think about my memories
and replay laughs
and lessons, kisses
and the first time seeing
people who i now know well.

i think about the near future
and try to tame expectations
and try to focus on the now
but sometimes it
gets tough.

i often feel like
dipping in and
out of life like
something rolling
back and forth
along the wave break
resting now and then.

but mostly i just
think of that
which is before me
like a map or
flower or a shadow
or whatever form i find.

so when you asked me
what i think
it at first seemed
a riddle, for
i'm not sure
that i think at all
now that i
think
about it.

Salty air and dark night,
The moon illuminates the sea.
The tides clash with the rock,
and 67 ft above, there's me.

Right step, left step, right step, left...
Is there no one to stop me?
I think about the times my heart wept,
and said, "no, I wanna take this flee."

I stand at the edge and fall forward,
For a moment I feel free, I fly.
The air around me felt nice, oh god..
"I take it back, I don't wanna die--"
-splash-

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