D: Poems

Mar 2013 · 305

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D Mar 2013

How is it that you make me feel so wonderful and horrible at the same time?
Why is it that every time you look at me I smile, though I’m crying on the inside?

How is it that you can so easily wrap me around your finger, and I let you?
Why is it that I can’t stop thinking about you, but I need to?

Why is it that I feel like I’m being used by you, but by you, I’ll let myself be used?
How is it that you make me want to stay in bed forever, yet I’ll let you join me if you so choose?

Why is it that I feel I can tell you anything, yet there are things I won’t tell?
Why is it that when I’m with you I’m floating on clouds, yet I’m going through hell?

How is it that you bring me up high, though I’m feeling like I’m headed straight down?
Why is it that I want to forget about you, but I want you here with me right now?

Oct 2012 · 411

Doc10

D Oct 2012

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These shadows stalk me, follow me;
They haunt me everyday.
The Darkness blocks the light
I can’t find my own way

I can hide when my light finally comes,
Is that a bad assumption?
Safe for now in his arms,
Should I jump to such a conclusion?

Darkness has failed, but somehow still remains
Within the shadows of his eyes.

Oct 2012 · 427

Doc 22

D Oct 2012

Doc 22

She knows what she wants,
And he is who she sees.
He floats around in her head
And stays with her in her dreams.

But she sees that he’s trapped
And that his feet are tied
And secretly he is hurting,
But from her, his feelings he hides.

He is like a bird
Trapped in a cage
But deep down he knows,
It’s by her he will be saved.

Oct 2012 · 839

Doc 30

D Oct 2012

Doc 30

My mind goes on a journey
as I sink in my bed of flowers and nails
I see stars morph into raindrops
during a thunderstorm of hearts and hail

My notebook writes itself
and my mirror constantly tells me lies
And when my mind comes to you
I drown myself in an angry, raging stream…
Of butterflies

— The End —