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Mitch Prax Apr 2015
I’m afraid of living in a
dreary world without you
So I went out into the fields
And picked
ten thousand sunflowers.
As they brightened my room
I was reminded
of the way your eyes
would brighten up my life
Mitch Prax Mar 2018
Love is not 50/50,
that is just a half-assed attempt
at an emotion that takes it all
and expecting to make it.
Love is 100/100,
so you’re giving all you’ve got
to someone who gives you their all.
It may not work out,
but it isn’t because you didn’t try.
Now it has come to an end,
you kiss goodbye,
and wave each other off
into the fading sunset
and not feel an ounce
of regret.
Mitch Prax Jul 2015
This feeling returns
Like running in circles
It's getting old
It leaves me at the
bottom of the bottle
lonely and cold
Mitch Prax Feb 2015
There’s a weight on my heart
And it’s ripping me apart
There’s a pressure in my chest
Again, it puts me to the test
Mitch Prax Oct 2018
Somewhere tonight
there’s a girl writing a song
between working two jobs,
ignoring the voices that
tell her to give up.
I hope she never does.
I hope her future
is a bright one.
Mitch Prax Jun 2018
I was reading over your poetry,
again.
Like somehow, if I repeat it
enough times
you would come back
and I would find myself
in your words
again.
Mitch Prax Feb 2018
I have not forgotten your name
nor what you did to my heart
the way it skipped a beat
from the way you light up
any room like a piece of art
Mitch Prax Dec 2018
Some nights I don’t want to be here anymore,
yet here I am still dragging myself through
another day of “it could be worse”
alongside my demons
and broken promises.
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Mitch Prax Jun 2018
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Another year,
another piece of me
that is getting
left behind.
Mitch Prax Feb 21
Does anyone catch themselves
in between two realities?
Do you wake up in a cold sweat
from a dream your mind still believes
is real?
Obsessing over every little detail
until your mind collapses from exhaustion.
This isn't a poem,
this is a question-
or is it?
I can't decide.
Mitch Prax Feb 6
Why am I so preoccupied
with distracting myself
from me?
Mitch Prax Jan 2018
The simplicity
of a short but blunt
and simple poem
can temporarily
cast out the
demons that
roam inside
my head
Mitch Prax Apr 2018
The way you smiled at me
almost had me believe
that I mattered
again
Mitch Prax Feb 2018
What was scary as the monsters
Was living in my head
all along.
Mitch Prax Jul 2018
Awake and thinking about you
and all things we didn't say.
On nights like this I find myself
wishing you were still in my reach
We both still live in the same big city
but it’s not the place we knew.
Mitch Prax Mar 2018
I don’t know
when or where,
but I know I’ll
meet you there
Mitch Prax Mar 31
Up until 4 am,
for no reason at all-
time just ran away,
And I wish you could
have stayed for
one more night.
Mitch Prax Jan 31
calling it heartache
was a gentle way
of putting it.
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Mitch Prax May 2015
6th
I wasn’t sure if it was
the pounding of my heart,
the gentle autumn touch,
or your smile I call art
but it happened all too fast
Under the radiant moon
it happened like a dream
a dream too good to be true
Mitch Prax Jan 2017
I've been dancing
with the ghost
of you
I've been dreaming
of the past,
it's true
Now I'm thinking
of the present,
today
But you wished it
to **** and all
away
Mitch Prax Jun 2018
Your heart isn’t true;
not anymore.
And now this feeling of blue
leaves me unsure
because I can’t believe you;
can’t see you the same no more.
Mitch Prax Feb 2
There was once a bird
trapped inside a cage
of the darkest blues.
He forgot how to fly-
he forgot how to sing.
He cannot remember why
he got here with this wing.
Mitch Prax Mar 2018
spring has sprung
and i’m left in
the snowy mountains
to face the damage done.
Mitch Prax Jan 12
To this day,
your name
still hurts my tongue
but I still say it anyway.
Sometimes I like to
hear my soul
gently tear itself
apart.
Mitch Prax Apr 2018
We have nothing
in common?
We had a history
in common,
a history when we thought
we had everything
in common.
She gives trust
and receives betrayal.
She builds walls around her heart
to shut out the all the invaders.
It's been smashed into a million pieces
a million times before.
She gathers the remnants
only to salvage her fragile heart.
Mitch Prax Aug 2015
I was left in shambles,
I was left in the cold
Then she appeared like angels,
So divine and so bold
We danced through a sunshower
We baked the perfect batch
Oh so full our bellies were
It was a perfect match
Mitch Prax Feb 10
I'd rather be certain
of the saddest reality
than uncertain about
a hopeful fantasy.
Mitch Prax Dec 2017
But loneliness
Doesn’t come from being alone
Loneliness comes from feeling alone
And feeling alone comes
From feeling different
And feeling different
comes from feeling unloved
and you feel unloved
Because you don’t
even love
yourself
Mitch Prax May 2018
From known to unknown
From almost to finished
From together to alone
From whole to perished
From safety to danger
From different to normal
From before to after
From devil to angel
From chaos to routine
From angry to placid
From ***** to clean
From bold to timid
From everything that was me
To everything I've feared to be
Mitch Prax Jun 2014
There’s a song
In your heart
It screams for melody
A harmony to tear you apart
A thousand notes
All in one
A heavenly sound
That can't be undone
Mitch Prax Jan 2015
I miss you
With the intensity
Of a thousand
Burning suns

Your absence
It crushes me
With the weight of
A thousand tons
Mitch Prax May 2018
I ache for skies I have not seen,
and for people I have not met.
But most of all,
I ache for you.
Mitch Prax Dec 2017
Your hair flows like wine
Down your body
Sweeter than grapes
And once again
I'm drunk on
The memories
Of you
Mitch Prax Sep 2018
Sometimes,
the knives in our backs
are the only things
keeping us upright;
Who'd have thought
betrayal could be our
greatest asset?
How ironic.
Mitch Prax Mar 18
You've learnt an art
from within your heart
so when you break mine apart
the pieces fall into
an aesthetic craft.
Mitch Prax Feb 2018
I don’t know how
I ended up on this planet.
Maybe I crash landed;
It’s possible.
I’ve tried to adapt,
but it ain’t easy,
believe me.
Sometimes I feel human
but like rainbows,
those moments never last.
I still have a lot to learn
and a lot to regret
but overall,
I think I’m doing okay.
Maybe I’m not so alien
after all.
Mitch Prax Mar 2018
I’m alone
with my own thoughts
for far too long for anything
to be a surprise.
Mitch Prax Jan 2014
Alone in a dream,
Alone wide awake
It’s in my bloodstream
It’s more than I can take
I fell asleep with a memory
It’s always the same mistake
when dreams are only temporary
It’s more than I can take
Mitch Prax Dec 2017
Is it true?
Does my name
Drift in the wind?
Over the mountains
And across the sea?
Does it fade 
From your mind?
Like a visitor who
Has overstayed
Their time? 
Do the memories
Recede to the back
Of your mind?
Like the sun leaving 
the day behind?
Mitch Prax May 2018
Dear May,
You’ve been good to me so far.
The days last longer and the air is warming.
But most of all, you've brought clarity.
But these days,
though I am more at peace
I feel a storm coming;
a war within myself.
As good as you have been,
we know these days cannot last.
But thank you, May,
you’ve been good to me.
Mitch Prax Nov 2018
You’re in a weird place right now;
you feel like you don’t know which way is up
and which way is down,
and you know everyone
says to just follow your heart,
but you don’t know where it is.
Maybe you left it in another country,
or underneath your bed.
Maybe it’s in the summer air.
Or in a love you haven’t touched.
Maybe it's in a song you heard,
Or a book you haven’t read.
You’ll find it again,
you will,
just please,
don’t stop looking.
Mitch Prax May 2018
You’re in a weird place right now;
you feel like you don’t know which way is up
and which way is down,
and you know everyone
says to just follow your heart,
but you don’t know where it is.
It’s in that clearing where you left it.
It’s in the summer air.
It’s in a love you haven’t touched.
It’s in a song you haven’t listened to.
A book you haven’t read.
You’ll find it again,
you will,
just please,
don’t stop looking.
Mitch Prax Jan 4
I keep returning;
the doorstep of your heart
is far too inviting tonight.
Every time, I am turned away
to face another winter
that's unforgiving,
so cold so dark,
when I am lost
without
you.
Mitch Prax Dec 2018
I didn’t plan on dying at your feet tonight,
but here I am bleeding out
without a breath to spare.
Was I ever anything more than this to you,
a badly worded promise
failing its own intentions?
am i worth an answer?
Mitch Prax Jul 2018
I know a girl
on the other side of the world
she's my flesh and blood
my heart and soul
but I'm stuck with the blues
the baby blues now
Mitch Prax Dec 2018
The distant lights
in your eyes were a beacon
on nights long ago
I would’ve spent alone.
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