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I had a dream.
I was hoping you would show up.
You didn't, though.
You'd think i'd be used to disappointment.

But i'm not.
I'm still that hopeless dreamer that you left.
nerd, dork, no life
Dorks my favorite because practically its my name now
I'm usually buried in a book and I usually. Get asked what's the point?
Honestly I think it'll make me a better lover

Because when I find a girl I'll be able to teach her about science so she can understand the bond that I feel for her
I'll be able to teach her about math so we can view love at a different angel
I'll be able to teach her about history so she'll understand when I say that if my love were to flow into the ocean it would make BP's 2010 incident look like a drop of black paint on a canvas of red
I'll be able to teach her about English especially present participles you know running, jumping, skipping words that describe an action that's ongoing that's why she'll never hear me say I love you but hear I'm Loving you
I'll be able to teach her about art because id love to paint her like one of my French girls

And even thought I'm buried in books there is still so much I don't know about human interactions
she'll be able to teach me about sadness and how to make it go away
she'll be able to teach me about happiness and how to make it stay
she'll be able to teach me about jealousy and how its like a fire that will burn you from the inside out
she'll be able to teach me about lust and how it always leads to disaster
she'll be able to teach me about loyalty and how its the key to perfection

But all this day dreaming was interrupted by my daily bully whose only words were insults
I gave him a look that if I were superman would've left a gap between his eyes
He asked what I thought of him
So I explained..
Well scientifically speaking you and beauty are like a magnet with the same charge
Mathematically speaking your ego is like the number 5i .. imaginary
Historically speaking how you manage to speak with a lack of a brain is the 8th wonder of the world
But in plain old English you're always looking for someone to actually love you back

And by the way its Mr. Dork to you
 Aug 2014 NoislessShackles
Josh
Little hands.
Like mother.
And a cheeky smile
Like me.
I'm so proud to be
Your father.
No-one means
So much to me.
Written for my 3 year-old son.
She who did not come, wasn't she determined
nonetheless to organize and decorate my heart?
If we had to exist to become the one we love,
what would the heart have to create?

Lovely joy left blank, perhaps you are
the center of all my labors and my loves.
If I've wept for you so much, it's because
I preferred you among so many outlined joys.
I'll love you forever
And I know that sounds foolish
I am just eighteen
I have no concept of time
What do I know about forever?
I'll love you forever
Even though, truthfully,
Forever scares me more than anything
And oblivion is terrifying
But doesn't fear teach you courage?
I'll love you forever
Even though I am young
And still have my life to live
This journey I'm on, I need to believe
You are part of me, aren't you?
I'll love you forever
Because you ignite my bones
And you allow my soul to shine brighter than every star in the galaxy
Isn't that the greatest kind of love?
Written in August 2014
Silent, but screaming inside.
screaming as loud as I can
Waiting, just hoping someone will notice.
A smile on my face ,
A laugh in my throat,
But pain in my eyes.
A plea for help
For someone to notice,
That on the inside, I am broken
In pain, shredded, tattered, in pieces.
A silent scream in my eyes.
Waiting for someone to notice my pain.
in an attempt to fit a square
into a circle
she shed her skin
rearranged her face
into something you'd look at
she chose her words carefully
saying things you want to hear
she colored her hair white
but her soul remained
as black as the night
People don't really change, it's just the mask that falls off.

— The End —