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Dec 2018 · 923
Why don’t I know?
writerReader Dec 2018
I guess I’m trying to write a poem
But I don’t know what to say

What is my life?
I don’t even know
How to be and live and know what I’m doing

What am I doing
I don’t know.
Aug 2018 · 2.5k
I Am F***ing Ready
writerReader Aug 2018
It is time to do something
I am ready to begin
My life is not a race
It is a slow and lovely stroll
I can do this now
I know I can
I am ready to take the keys
I am ready to take the wheel.
Aug 2018 · 1.9k
Man of Action
writerReader Aug 2018
Every day I see this guy pass by my door,
he never steps off the path.
His hair speaks of his woe.
His steel eyes arrange the sky into a box,
the blue is not enough to keep him idle,
he requires the chains of logic.
It keeps him grounded when he could be flying.

“Why should I fly,” he says,
“It’s much too cold for me anyway.”
“Wear a jacket” I might declare.
He would reply, “I don’t wish to sweat through
my sensible clothes.”
(Only twenty dollars on sale.)

He is much too sensible to be any fun,
but fun is not all there is.
“There is science” he would suggest
If we ever were to talk,
I know he would be an excellent conversationalist

His dusty shoes tell of his wariness,
His jacket of his adventures.
(He keeps dust on his clothes to speak for his cleverness.)

“Conversation is for the simple-minded,” he would say.
“I prefer books,” would be my reply.

He would have nothing to say then,
(He doesn’t like conversation anyway.)
but he’d be too logical to let me know
Of his human blunder and illogical flash.
So he spoke to me of his action figure collection.
(“Most extensive, I’m sure”)
Aug 2018 · 2.1k
It Used To Be
writerReader Aug 2018
It used to be that it was simple.
Something fun
or something not fun at all.
It was all skirts sweeping across the kitchen floor
and warm eyes.

Blue or brown
it didn’t matter.

But sometimes it was different
it was sad and cold
and sometimes it was a cold blue.
Freezing and instant
but gone with the cracked door.
This wasn’t always to be the case.

Something new always comes
with the candles on cakes.
With the taste of candy corn,
sweet but false.
Change leaves an aftertaste of honey,
and something counterfeit.

Memory comes and goes,
time passes like the sun.
It soaks through my skin
and left me
warm. But cooling
with a lingering hug from an old friend.

There’s something about the feel of the sun
on a snow day.
The warmth thaws the ice,
the shudder of cold finally leaving
bathed in a pure joy.
Wisdom an old soul could only borrow.
Aug 2018 · 284
The Wind
writerReader Aug 2018
How sad the wind howls tonight,
how lonely.
It calls to my waiting ears through the window.
How long must I wait for the time to come
and how far must I go?
Does it call to you?

How long must my feet tread,
how long on this path should I head,
how long must I await the call,
for how long on my knees must I crawl?

Does it call to you,
for how long does it call to you?

How long until I’ve gone mad,
how long ‘til I hear the bell?
I have heard a swan’s song through the mist,
and how long will I be missed?
Do you hear my song?
Will you answer when I call?

How far it is until this path ends,
how far until this road fails?
How long have you heard its song?
And how long did you ring the bell?
Do you hear the ringing bell?
How long will it trill?

How long ‘til journeys end?
How long will you be my friend?
Why does the wind call to me,
And for how long must I wail?
Does the wind call for you?
Does it sound lonely?
I don’t really know
Aug 2018 · 256
???
writerReader Aug 2018
???
It’s time
It’s time
It’s time.


What am I going to do?
Haven’t posted in a while...
Mar 2016 · 7.2k
idontevenknow
writerReader Mar 2016
remind me later to tell you
i love you
i might forget
Jan 2016 · 2.4k
Thoughts
writerReader Jan 2016
i want to be something
not afraid
Dec 2015 · 2.7k
Maybe, Definitely, Possibly
writerReader Dec 2015
When will it be my life begins
a day, a month, a year
maybe two
definitely two

two
a noble number
a number of kings
I feel it with a Gondorian fire

or maybe not two at all
I was so sure it would be two
After all if doesn’t happen then will it be three
three times the charm

but perhaps three is not the number
maybe it will be four
four times it chimed
or was that three?
It could be three

Maybe its not three of four
It’s five possibly
Its probably five
Five fingers on a hand
But three on a clock

Six is like three don’t you think
Three times two is six
Maybe its two
But two plus five is seven

perhaps is it seven years
seven years until my life begins
Sep 2015 · 988
Capes
writerReader Sep 2015
Why did you have to leave
in the winter time?
Why did you have to
go where I can't follow?

You knew it was too cold for such things.
Aug 2015 · 1.8k
Used
writerReader Aug 2015
It used to be be his birthday
is it still?
Aug 2015 · 7.6k
I wish I could fly
writerReader Aug 2015
Ebony wings slide through
the air
i wish i could
fly
Aug 2015 · 756
Emotionally Repressed
Jun 2015 · 1.0k
I don’t know anymore
writerReader Jun 2015
I know you
or
at least I did
once
May 2015 · 4.1k
Crooked is as crooked does
writerReader May 2015
she had a crooked
smile
i think that
was
warning
enough
May 2015 · 1.5k
Tale of a tail
writerReader May 2015
When I was
young
I had a dog
She had a
crooked tail
and a
twisted tale
May 2015 · 985
Grasping
writerReader May 2015
sometimes i want to know how it is
to burn and
freeze
and feel heartbreak
and hope
but sometimes i just want chocolate
which is almost that
I think
May 2015 · 984
Philosophy
writerReader May 2015
Hell is other people
somebody once said
this
but i don't
think it's
true
hell is
you
May 2015 · 3.1k
Teacher
writerReader May 2015
I once had a teacher
who said she would lie to us every
now and then.
May 2015 · 8.9k
saguaro cactus
writerReader May 2015
Saguaro cactus
why do you ***** me with spikes
It hurts very bad
May 2015 · 1.4k
Doomed
writerReader May 2015
I knew it
was doomed to fail
from the start
by the way she
smiled and
cried
when she thought I
wasn't looking
May 2015 · 1.1k
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
writerReader May 2015
people say
write what you know
but
i don't know anything
yet
May 2015 · 3.7k
yp
writerReader May 2015
yp
I wish you all the best
*******
May 2015 · 1.6k
pitythefool
writerReader May 2015
I am just so sick of self pity
you just don't know what it's like to be me
it's really hard
May 2015 · 172
My Love Life
writerReader May 2015
sorry,
i only accept singles
May 2015 · 9.1k
blood
writerReader May 2015
his pale face was covered in week old scruff
I could see his life's blood in his eyes
May 2015 · 3.0k
Great
writerReader May 2015
I met the most wonderful man today.
Sadly, he was made of ink.
May 2015 · 5.9k
Tears
writerReader May 2015
tears
all around
splashed along the floor.
dripping down
faces. tears
the salty taste
of tears the metallic
taste the vulnerability.
But why am i crying?
May 2015 · 1.3k
Together
writerReader May 2015
i had a friend
we were little monsters together
and i thought that it would last
that we would last
forever
but we didn't
Apr 2015 · 434
Unanswered Questions
writerReader Apr 2015
She loved me
I know she did
But she left

Didn’t she
Apr 2015 · 2.6k
iWas
writerReader Apr 2015
I was in love with him . . .
So was he
Apr 2015 · 1.6k
I Love You
Apr 2015 · 2.2k
All you can do
writerReader Apr 2015
we did all
we could and
that's all
you can do, honestly
Right?
Apr 2015 · 161
WithLove
writerReader Apr 2015
From me
with Love
Apr 2015 · 3.0k
Whiskey ginger
writerReader Apr 2015
"I'll have a whiskey,
****** ale on the side."
is what he says
i don't even thinks he know
what the reference is
Apr 2015 · 1.8k
Movie quotes
Apr 2015 · 1.0k
Passive Aggressive
Apr 2015 · 2.2k
Suc**** Is A Dirty Word
writerReader Apr 2015
he stayed
up in his
room filled with his
rusty old
tissues
afraid of
the sun
and
afraid of
happiness
Apr 2015 · 552
Were
Apr 2015 · 719
I Really Have No Idea
writerReader Apr 2015
i remember,
it was always like
that between me and
you
Apr 2015 · 687
postcard
writerReader Apr 2015
Made it through LA
rush hour, I'm still alive.
I'm almost there, now.
#la
Apr 2015 · 6.7k
pier
writerReader Apr 2015
I lied awake
on
the Santa Monica
Pier
missing you
Mar 2015 · 5.9k
singing chairs
writerReader Mar 2015
the flowers that we grew together have died now
that you've been away so
long
i find myself talking to your creaky rocking chair
and sometimes i
swear that
it sings
writerReader Mar 2015
i have loved
deep and raw
before
when my eyes were bright and eager
and i know that
i know now that
i know nothing
Mar 2015 · 1.0k
I.
writerReader Mar 2015
I.
i don't know
i don't know
i don't know

Then who does?
Mar 2015 · 1.2k
gentle reassurance
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