I don't think you realize
I don't think you care
I might've died
all because of you

You tore me up
and watched me bleed
you wanted it on your terms
and you couldn't care less
if you saw the way I cried

You have no sympathy
for the way you hurt me
"It's fine," you told me
ignoring the scars of your touch

I wish I could forget
and let go of all of it
but the memory haunts me
like a ghost that can't let go

You wanted control
and you have it now
at the cost
of all of me

I'm no pearl
only a pebble
hidden under
the sand of time
unknown
to be discovered
by none-
yet I don't complain
or moan-
what I am
happily I accept
being just alone
a tiny stone-

the rose
has my pity
it blows
and loses
its beauty
when the sun
loses its glow
and admirers
are gone

a pebble I am
free to the bone
my life
as in
a perfect cone
abiding
consistent
unchanging
with nothing
to atone.

it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe

The scarecrow's
straw blows
away to nearby
watching crows,
wishing to ravish
all the corn.
Smart little evil
birds,
watch with
intention
and step up quietly
to peck out his eyes.

When patterns repeat, year after year,  
And threaten you at your most pivotal hour.
It feels like a checkmate.

I wonder what I'm doing awake at 3 am

Am I just tired of the secrets smothering me in my sleep?
Am I avoiding the dreams where you sneak in and we pretend it's ok?
Or is it the thoughts of what could be that keep me tossing and turning on my bed?

I think I just need to get some sleep

I’m calling in a favor
All of the angels standing by
No time to cry
I can’t ask why?
I really want to shout
All the angels standing by
No time to cry
Angels standing by

I crave the hues of your eyes
in every painted evening sky;
the brushstrokes of the setting sun
recall my flushed cheeks:
your smile to adorn—
and in every landscape I seek
the roads still cheekily lead me back
to your street.

Slippery, as a fish.
You were born to the sea,
and breathe only by moving.

It would be better
If I were dead
Bullet in my head
Forever goodbye
So I can satisfy
The need for my own bloodshed
I’m already laying in my deathbed
What’s the point of dragging it on?
My minds been gone—
No fixing this mess
Carrying all this stress
Man am I the greatest
Parents are the strictest—
It would be better
If I were dead
Bullet in my head
Forever goodbye
So I can satisfy
The need for my own bloodshed

Qué hicisteis vosotros, gidistas
intelectualistas, rilkistas,
misterizantes, falsos brujos
existenciales, amapolas
surrealistas encendidas
en una tumba, europeizados
cadáveres de la moda,
pálidas lombrices del queso
capitalista, qué hicisteis
ante el reinado de la angustia,
frente a este oscuro ser humano,
a esta pateada compostura,
a esta cabeza sumergida
en el estiércol, a esta esencia
de ásperas vidas pisoteadas?

No hicisteis nada sino la fuga:
vendisteis hacinado detritus,
buscasteis cabellos celestes,
plantas cobardes, uñas rotas,
«belleza pura», «sortilegio»,
obras de pobres asustados
para evadir los ojos, para
enmarañar las delicadas
pupilas, para subsistir
con el plato de restos sucios
que os arrojaron los señores,
sin ver la piedra en agonía,
sin defender, sin conquistar,
más ciegos que las coronas
del cementerio, cuando cae
la lluvia sobre las inmóviles
flores podridas de las tumbas.

You feel like a life time ago

it’s hard
not to feel
withdrawn

when the ones
you love

have crossed
to the other
side.

they’re
never gone,

but it feels
so wrong—

like a song
out of tempo,
out of place.

and you know
nothing can
bring them back,

but still
you do your best
to stay strong.

because life
never stops,

and the ones
you’ve lost

are never
gone.

You've been out of it
A blur of drinks and gigs,
Futile attempts to escape
A life of rings and flings,
Life changing. As they say
Exams in a few days
Yet here you are,
Wallowing in your words
On Hellopoetry.com

You are
Not the numbers
You're su-
percomposite

And when the numbers aren't mine,
I never blame it on you.

We will run the numbers
Hands locked in a promise
We're supercomposite
I never blame it on you

So please
When you look at me
Oh, nevermind
Well, you can see

So please
When I let you down
We ran the numbers
And we didn't have it

But we've escaped the surface
Don't ask, it was worth it
We changed our perspective
And now my neck is a little sore

But I've got my jugular
Filled with molten iron
I'm forging a weapon
Sharp enough to slit their throats

So please
When we run the numbers
They don't have throats
It's a separation

So please
Panpsychist lover
It's even stevens
Even for non-vegans

are there really angels in the sky so blue
if and when we die do they come for you
do they bring your wings so you can fly away
to heaven up above where all the angels stay

no more pain or suffering will there ever be
where you will live in peace stay forever free
in there land of love  in the sky so blue
then you will get to know if angels are really true

Rodeado de ideas y de planes
estabas preparando tu camino
sueño americano, chino o europeo
todo parecía un mundo perfecto

En la búsqueda de ese mundo
te olvidaste de ti mismo
la consciencia de una ilusión agitada
a un hada decidiste escuchar

Tu gran proyecto mental
que planificaste toda tu vida
cuanto influye, en lo que
te permites sentir

Una vida una vez
sigue lo que quieres ser
de forzarte y obligarte
no sigas lo que debes ser

Tu gran rompecabezas mágico
como tú quieras lo puedes mover
sal del esquema de tu vida
y permítete volver a sentir

This isn't a poem but i just wanted to announce that I'll be trying new things soo heads up, a lot of different stuff just trying to see what i good at. Just tell me if there's anything i could improve on, okay?

Mother's day
her gold necklace in my nightstand drawer
her sweet voice in my ears

Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.

Your guiding hands are always there
To catch me when I fall.
Soft combs through my tangled hair
Hugs, a protective wall.

Your strength's a roaring lioness,
Your heart burning so bright,
Fighting through the crushing stress.
You burn away the night

Good and bad
Light and darkness
Day and night
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...

But the evil within me
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...

I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest__

Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!

Sifting memories through a mesh
Trying to clean my mind like a litter box
Until all that remains is fresh
Still I haven't learned what to do
With the *** and the poo
I tried throwing my own crap at it
I tried swallowing it
I even tried to sit on it
No matter what I do I can't discard it
There is no trash bin that will erase it
I suppose I have to work with it

In my tiny apartment I have many treasures that I've enjoyed
Things I've found dumped by the students not to be destroyed.

I don't have money to buy new, so everything I find is recycled  
Things I found discarded, I felt finding them I was entitled

My apartment is full of memories I've created
So everything I've found is quite appreciated

Students go off and leave very nice things behind
Most things I find valuable and are nicely refined

I have found very nice solid wood furniture, most of it antiques
things that most people would not be interested in but are unique.

When my mother would come to visit she'd refer to my decor
as many things she would find at the local Habitat Restore.

But I've made the best of it and really enjoy what I found
and the contents of my apartment are quite useful and sound

One mans trash, is another ones treasure!

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White paper folded in
the shape of a house,
next to an egg
in the sunlight,
casting a long shadow,
on a pastel green
plastic table top.

Today I got a hug, out of the blue                                                             ­     
                                                           ­                                                               
and it even came with an "I love you''                                                            ­    
                                                            ­                                                        
Such a simple kind gesture                                                          ­                                                  
              ­                                                                 ­                               
  It brought me such pleasure                                                         ­                     
                                                                ­                                                          
It picked me up when I felt down                                                             ­                       
                                         ­                                                                 ­      
  turned my day totally around                                                           ­                 
                                                                ­                                                  
  Just when I thought no one cared                                                            ­            
                                                                ­                                        
someone loved me, someone shared

So you know how sometimes when you start to give up on humanity
someone wonderful happens?
Like when you just walking somewhere and a stranger says that they like your outfit
Or someone that you've never before smiles and waves
And you think that maybe
People aren't so bad?

My idea of a successful life
Is to be that person
As many times as I can

I love the Lord

Once it had slipped past midnight,
I haven't even noticed as I fell asleep
As I haven't noticed all your deceits.
The faces, cries and stupid lies,
The many ways you weren't mine.

My dream took me out again
To a place with a dry sun
Where music had no need for rhyme
And laughing was a paradigm.

One single look of miscontempt,
The shy disaster layed by thread;
I didn't get, I was confused
That you had stayed back with the moon.

There was perfection in your eyes,
A car which drove right through your heart,
And even if you prayed the Lord,
Yesterday was heaven, now you're bored.

Emaciated creatures
pace their pens
Erasable features
begin and end

locked in hand
locked by key
Just demand
Dreamless sea

The miasma shrieks
An impulse creeps
Floorboards creak
to disturb your sleep

Now rest well
Empty, undefined
heaven or hell
you decide

You ever get that sudden surge?
You  Don't know where it came from
A salty pulse behind the eyes
That swells
Then leaves your skull
A smell
A taste
A tune
A movie
A wave from those
That have gone on
A hail from heart to brain
From where
They now belong.