So there we are,
You’re sitting in the chair,
Your dimpled smile,
My frizzy hair.
Being intrigued,
We stop and stare.
A friendly remark,
In which we share.
This could be something,
And I’m not scared.
I'm ready.

It began in the hallway
Lips gingerly moving to the tastes of bottles.

It started light.
You had those same Atlantic eyes that would rage hurricanes in my memories


I could do this for centuries.

My heart's the crack in the sidewalk,
Disturbing smooth pavement,
And you're an invasive plant,
In the space that we share.

And I was the rubber,
Soles that ran on the pavement,
Just chasing some boy,
Who made it clear he won't care.

When I let my mind wander,
I stumble on pictures.
You rob me of memories,
Leave trails of despair.

And when I'm alone,
I desperately miss you.
Because though you weren't good,
At least you were there.

he is kisses and knuckles; treacherous as he invites you to stew in his retrograding aura.

he is cheating and winning, plated with gold and ignorance like some kind of rare ancient treasurer that curses you, and your children, and your children's children upon unearthing.

he is lies and thc wrapped up in the body of a boy with eyes more vibrant than every drop of paint in the sistine chapel.

Deep fog sets over the craggy mountain.
I watch from Anacapri.
The smell of lemon fills the surrounding
And alas,
I am at peace.

The other day,
I saw a bear.
But it's all a front.
Under the hair,
The makeup,
The clothes hides a scared,
Confused,
Little girl.
The bear within cowers at the hunters,
But she acts strong.
She 'doesn't care.'
For a short period of time,
Even she began to believe it.
Caring only hurt her,
And all she wanted was to feel better,
But now it's worse.
Now the hole is deeper,
The scar more noticeable,
The vicious cycle unescapable.
Falling too fast to catch that branch on the way back down.

Hi people!
This isn't a poem, it's actually just a message that I wanted to post to ask a favor of a few of you. This website has provided a place for me to voice my opinion, organize my thoughts, and has given me listeners for my two-in-the-morning rants. All of you guys are great and I'm so happy that I decided to join. Anyways.... For my language arts class, we are doing a project about poetry where we have to find, as well as write poetry. I wanted to include writing from here because I feel like you guys are real people who I can communicate with and more importantly, relate to. Please comment if you would be okay with me including your poetry in my project. Also, another piece to the project must include a bio of the writer, so if I do use one of yours, I'm going to need a short little paragraph about you, doesn't have to be too detailed, just what you do, what you enjoy ect. So yeah... that's it. Hope to hear back from you!

Thanks so much,
AMT

you're a really nice guy,
but our conversations lack depth.
when I talk to you,
I feel like I'm drowning



*in the kiddie pool.

There are so many things that I wish I could say,
And I don't know how,
But I know that I must.

Bugging out,
Want to shout,
All my dreams,
I'm starting to doubt,
Because I'm not as big as I thought I was...
I'm actually quite small...
And the numbers aren't helping.

Some problems
are untouchable.

With good intentions,
You mess with it,
And it gets increasingly worse.

You try and try to save it,
but only end up in
a downwards spiral
of insanity.

Somethings are better left alone.

The hardest part of letting go
is knowing that all you can do is watch.
Watch all of your work,
Disappear.
Watch him walk away.

I listen to loud music,
On full volume.
And I like it.

People ask me how,
Why,
Or what I hear in that yelling.

It's quite simple.
After being so lost, for so long,
Sometimes it takes literal screaming to crack my surface.

So I listen to loud music,
On full volume,
And I like it,
Because I can feel.

Oh god, where do I even begin?
Maybe with his eyes.
Blue. Bright blue, staring into mine. And yeah, he's on the stage, and I'm in the crowd, but they're blue. Bright blue.
Maybe with his hands.
Skilful. Elegantly skillful, over the keys, the strings, the drums. And yeah, he's on the stage, and I'm in the crowd, but they're skillful, elegantly skillful.

Maybe with his mind.
Maybe with mine.
Maybe with how we think alike,
Or how I feel like he gets me.
And yeah he's on the stage, and I'm in the crowd, but he knows and I know and if only one of us would stop being so shy and awkward and just talk to one another.

I've fallen into this hole on my own.
Don't kid yourself,
It'll never happen

But I can't let go.
*Where do I even begin?

There's something about Luke that draws me in.
Maybe it's his sandy hair,
Or his pale blue eyes,
His bright smile.

Perhaps it's the way that boy plays the guitar,
Or his gentle laugh.
Maybe it's his voice,
And how he reminds me of the summertime.

Why do bad things happen to good people?
Why are my dreams highly unlikely?
Why are these questions unanswered?

How did I let you go?
Did you regret 'us' when you left?
Did you watch me as I broke?
Did you look back as you walked away?

5 o'clock in the morning,
We're half asleep on the floor.
A conversation that makes no sense,
But to me it might mean more.

All of the right guys fall for the wrong girls,
For the wrong reasons.
What am I doing wrong?

he arrived on a friday
with fiery eyes,
to lavishly feast on my neck.

i anxiously waited
with flames in my palms,
to fill up the hole in my chest.

he's animalistic
with embers for hands,
eager to launch his attack.

watching his freckles
as my frame engulfs:
he takes away my holy breath.

And the walls kept tumbling down
In the city that we love
Great clouds roll over the hills
Bringing darkness from above

I've been doing a lot of thinking,
About if I should like you.

I've been doing a lot of thinking,
About if I should hate you.

I've been doing a lot of thinking,
About if I should take you back.

I've been doing a lot of thinking,
And I think I like you better,
With me under your arm.

The snow moves swiftly,
Silently falling to earth,
Green grass to cold white.

But I don't want to make it more complicated.
This love triangle has spun into a spider web,
And I mustn't get stuck in the middle,
For in this web,
I would be the prey.
I do not want to get hurt,
But dare I surrender?

please don't
tell me
that i'm
dreaming
all i ever wanted was to
dream another sunset with you

if i
roll over
when it's
over
i'll take this cali sunrise with me
and wake up with the fondest memories

You're so far,
I can't breathe.
I need your light,
So I can see.

Keep me warm,
Keep me close,
Hold me tight,
Don't let go.

You love her.
Won't let go.
I love you.
You'll never know.

In the early morning hours,
She's tucked in.
Wide awake and dreaming,
Of some place she hasn't been.

In the early morning hours,
She'll count sheep.
Too many thoughts and people,
To distract her from her sleep.

In the early morning hours,
She will sigh.
Questioning existence,
And the never ending 'why.'

Saw him again...
Too awkward to say hi...
Probably doesn't remember...
5 in the morning...
Asleep on the basement floor...
Casually wave...
*Guess not.

A good walking partner.
A good secret keeper.
A good food taster.
A good kiss giver.
A good listener.
A good cleaner.
A good friend.
A good dog.

A flower.
Opening up,
Seeing the sunlight.
For the first time.

Though it will not see the next spring,
It does its job,
And it does it well.

It's petals are frail,
But beautiful.
It can be broken,
But it's strong.

And as it's life nears the end,
It will slowly,
Gently,
Gracefully,
Crumble.
Until it is no more.

Next spring, another flower will repeat the process.
Like a horse,
Running in circles.

Year after year,
Month after month.
Retrieving sunlight,
Letting out beauty,
Wilting,
And crumbling to the ground.

A flower.
Opening up,
Seeing the sunlight.
For the first time.

All these poems about love,
And kissing,
And falling for someone.

It seems as if I only write poems of heartbreak.

Trying
I am trying.
I am trying hard.
I am trying so hard.
I am trying too hard.

There are dark parts in my mind.
Untraveled little crevices in which my most terrifying dreams dwell.
But there are even more things that I don't say.
Things I won't,
Things I can't.
Until of course I crack and the whole facade comes tumbling down,
Unveiling the walls that I worked so hard to keep up on the inside.

Sometimes I'm my best friend.
Sometimes I'm my worst enemy.
Sometimes I tear myself down.
Self doubt.
Until my barriers are crashing down.

But they mustn't get to me.
So I build up the walls,
Brick
By
Brick
Until I cannot hear anything,
Except the blood rushing in my head.

Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonna be my year
And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything I fear
Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here."

And I guess we've all just hit a new low.
Rock bottom ain't as deep as it goes.

If I were not human, I'd want to be a mountain.
Strong and wise,
Unchanged.
Tall.
Only those who work hard would make it to the top.
But if I weren't a mountain,
Or a human,
I'd want to be the ocean.
Wonderful and intriguing,
Lovely and dangerous.
I could be full of life as I gracefully swallow others whole.
But if I were not the ocean,
A mountain,
Or human,
I'd be a beach.
Even if you don't live near me,
Somehow my sand will still end up all over your house.
But I'm not a mountain,
An ocean,
Or a beach.
I'm slightly confused,
Lost on this mountain,
Sinking in this ocean,
And waking up amidst the sand.

Going back on hiatus... Sorry guys. Just feeling really stuck again. I don't have much to say and I'm really doubting my writing and music. I feel like I've set a kind of standard for myself and every time I don't hit that mark, I get really frustrated and end up quitting and being upset and it's honestly not worth it anymore. Writing and music are two things that I really enjoy and plan on always enjoying, but if I don't take this break, I might find that it's becoming unenjoyable and quit for good and that would be tragic because I'm really not so great at much else. So this is temporarily good bye... Again... I'll be on now and then, but just not posting for a while.

this is for the times that I miserably failed at flirting
and ended up awkwardly stating something ****** and irrelevant

sorry that I wasted your time.
sorry that I wasted mine.

I must be taller than 5'2 allows,
Because I lay on the floor
While my head's in the clouds.

I must be made to live in the night,
I see beautiful worlds
With my eyes shut tight.

filler is the contents of the words i say
just so i can be close to you
sometimes they're empty compliments
or observations
and you'll always reply in the same way
with filler
because i guess we're not close enough for a real conversation

Are you hiding in the beech trees?
Are you blowing in the wind?
Are you my lazy summers,
Before the fall begins?

Are we just a setting sunrise?
Are we just a waning moon?
I can count the stars in your eyes.
And I can see them fade so soon.

Longing gazes during science.
'Accidental' phone calls at midnight.
The way that forest green compliments you skin.

Your strong arms,
Your soft hair,
Your kind eyes,
Your beautiful smile.

Though we've known of each other for years,
I can't say I've ever really known you.

But I want to, I've always wanted to.

I've always felt this way.

Thought I'd grow out of it...
Guess not.

It's time.
It's been time.
It's a new year, I'm a year older and it's time. It's time that I move on. The things I felt I had needed had been holding me back. I was clinging onto pieces of him. Pieces that did not make up a full puzzle.
And I filled it in with fantasies, ideas, romanticizing what wasn't there; what was never there.
So it's time to move on,
Get on with my life.
And sure, he's still a really cool guy, but in order for me to get anywhere, I need to focus.

So that's my resolution
To move on.
Not to forget,
But simply, to turn the page.

I used to look into your eyes and see galaxies.
And I'd chase you to the end of the universe,
Running laps around the solar system just to get your attention.
But now all I see are eyes.

You used to look at me like I was a goddess and I'd simply stare back in awe because I'd never experienced anything so rich with emotion,
Such deep and fiery breaths of passion embedded within our every inhale.

But instead, we'll close our eyes and let sleep blanket our never-still thoughts, for it's completely irrational and I'm tired of running.

I left a piece of myself on the roof
And though I'm thousands of miles away,
It tethers me.

The inner storm,
The calamity within...
The rumble,
The bang,
The drop of a pin.
The ringing in my ears,
That never would stop.
The boiling,
The melting,
The breakdown,
The pop.

A break in the clouds,
Let in rays of sunlight.
A new sense of normal,
Where all wrongs seem so right.

My thoughts are a tornado in my head.
The words I wished to say have not been said.
Time;
It moves at such a pace and I fail to keep up.
Smiles;
Fill with comfort, but don't last quite long enough.

My mind is just a blank slate that I drew.
I try not to remind myself of you.
Time;
It moves so slowly and I want it to speed up.
Smiles;
Yours is great, but it won't last me long enough.

My thoughts are a tornado in my head.
The words I want to say, I have just said.

Stuck in reverse,
While others move with ease.
Things are turning up,
For everyone but me.

Real friends will comfort you,
When you are a mess.
Fake friends will compliment you,
When wearing a cute dress.
Real friends look after you,
Saying no,
Don't date that guy.
Fake friends will tell you,
He's cute, give it a try.
And when your heart breaks,
And then your world shakes,
You haven't cried so much in years.
Your real friends shine through,
To dry up all your tears.

You infuriate me to the point that I
Ball my hands into fiery fists,
And cry a Red Sea into my palms.
You're a ******* parasite,
A virus.
Hell, you're an epidemic;
Infectious.

Talking.
Words flying through my head at a million miles an hour.  Usually I'm really good at talking. Sometimes I just can't shut up!


But when I'm with you,
I just don't even know
what
to
say.