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Nov 2018 · 2.0k
It Withers
js Nov 2018
It withers

near a bare
tree,

under skies
filled with
gray.

It withers

with tired petals
amid dullness, and

rain.

I see it wither

here.

I see what

remains.

Poor haggard

thing

with no place to
go.

I see it wither here

without
ever seeing
it

grow.
Nov 2018 · 233
WM
js Nov 2018
WM
I have dreams bigger
than this tired town

A waste of space, and
a waste of
lives

A waste

of dreams to ever
leave it.
May 2018 · 1.3k
Her IV
js May 2018
You're not her,

and
I wish
you were.
Get out of my head.
Jul 2017 · 191
Her III
js Jul 2017
She never came
back,

and I'm down
now

in the cracks of the sidewalk
she walks
on.
Sep 2016 · 579
inert
js Sep 2016
I think I need to
move, not
on, or
away from

anything

not fast, or
deliberately for

something

not past, or
beside

someone

I need to
move

because
I haven't in so long.
Jul 2016 · 495
Intersections
js Jul 2016
My life is a city street
and you
were my favorite
red light.
Jul 2016 · 981
Cups
js Jul 2016
I thought I was a hole
before I met
you

and when
I did

I was filled.

Then
you left —

I was empty
again.

I wasn’t a hole,

never was,

but a
cup

waiting

for someone
to fill me.
Apr 2016 · 339
Pain(t)
js Apr 2016
When I painted
a picture of
my problems

it came out
as a
self-portrait.
Apr 2016 · 3.6k
Money & Drugs
js Apr 2016
The problem with money & drugs is there's never
enough.

Too much is not enough.
Too little is not enough.

I have a problem —
money & drugs

but
my real problem isn't
money & drugs, or
too much and
not enough,

they just keep my mind from
the 'problem' that is

me.
Apr 2016 · 446
Untitled
js Apr 2016
Women are like cigarettes.

When I'm finished with each,
I think about the other
while I stare at
their butts . . .
Apr 2016 · 179
V
js Apr 2016
V
I won't force
you to

hear me.

I won't force
you
to

listen.
Apr 2016 · 4.0k
Dirty Laundry
js Apr 2016
I don't think about you anymore —
like an over-washed
shirt.

Faded.

Dull.

Stained and
torn.

Worn out.

Tired.

Used through time, and
used from
use.

I've used you too many times.

I’ve revisited your memory too much.

I'll keep you in my closet

like my worn, tired
faded
old shirt,

hidden, until there is
nothing else
to wear.
Jan 2016 · 335
How will I . . .
js Jan 2016
How will I ever
tell you
how much I missed you

if you never
come back?
Oct 2015 · 313
i hurt II
js Oct 2015
i hurt

there is no one like you, and
there is nothing like the first.
Aug 2015 · 413
XxoO
js Aug 2015
My ability to
cope

depends on
how many of these
**** pills I can
keep shoving

down my
throat.
Aug 2015 · 333
Someone New
js Aug 2015
I
need
someone new

to
help
me

forget
about
you.
Aug 2015 · 833
Happy Halloween
js Aug 2015
The mask you
wear is
always on —

Your entire
life has
become a
costume
party,

and the
party
is

over.
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
The Pessimist
js Aug 2015
She said,
“Be a fountain, not a drain.”

I said,
“Fountains make good wishing wells.”
Aug 2015 · 618
i hurt
js Aug 2015
the drugs
don't work
like they used to.

i used to feel numb,

now
i hurt
whenever
i think about you.
Jul 2015 · 647
So
js Jul 2015
So
I am
so
over you,

and I am
so
good
at lying to myself.
Jul 2015 · 391
Still Here
js Jul 2015
You're gone &
if you
change your mind,



I'm still here.
Jun 2015 · 865
Fate
js Jun 2015
It is too late to turn back
now.

Fate
won't track you down.
Jun 2015 · 1.9k
Soul Pain
js Jun 2015
Antidepressants are
painkillers for
the soul.
Jun 2015 · 16.9k
in color
js Jun 2015
I speak
in black and
white —

I think
in color.
Jun 2015 · 443
Dark
js Jun 2015
You were the light
of my life —
now you're
gone,

and it’s getting
dark

here.
Jun 2015 · 4.5k
Happenis
js Jun 2015
Happiness ends
with the pronunciation of
*****,

I learned that
in third
grade.

I giggled as the word
left my
throat

Today I take it
as a sign

that happiness

has always
been a joke.
Jun 2015 · 277
Try
js Jun 2015
Try
Poe(try).
Jun 2015 · 929
Her II
js Jun 2015
Life was beautiful when I
thought you
were.
May 2015 · 361
Most Men
js May 2015
Most men I know talk about
cars they'll never
own,

jobs they'll never
have,

and

women they'll never
date.
May 2015 · 218
I Think I'm Lost
js May 2015
I'm not sure
what I'm looking
for,

but
I know
I won't
find it here.
Mar 2015 · 434
Her
js Mar 2015
Her
You leave
my mind often, which is
sad

because it
gives you more
chances

to come back.
Mar 2015 · 668
My Heart is a Wasteland
js Mar 2015
My love is a desert and she is there
kicking up dust.

— The End —