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Aug 2015 · 633
Cowards Always Lose
The pen touches the page
And I am whisked away
To the inner emotions I never show
Instead of moving forward
I act like a giant coward
And lock them up deeper below

I've tried time and time again
To believe that we were always just friends
But I can't see you with someone else
My heart attacks my feeble mind
If it so much as tries to find
The courage to just let you be yourself

Our hearts were engulfed in my chaos
Causing suffering, denial, and loss
But it split our universe in pieces
Your distance from me might seem the same
But, to me, you're galaxies away
And no amount of patience can fix this

I brought this on myself
For trying to keep you safe
And now our love is strong
But useless, like this page
It's getting increasingly harder to try and accept the **** that's happened to me the last couple of months. But I'm hoping the closer I get to expressing it in my poetry, the closer I get to closing out that portion of my life.
Jul 2015 · 371
Forecast
The satellites betray us
In lies told by followers
We choose to believe because
It is all we have ever heard

Sunlight blinded my future
And brought drought to my past
When everyone was certain
There would soon be an overcast

You brought the darkness
The winds and the flood
Not knowing it was essential
Drenching me in water and mud

I danced in your storm's embrace
While you took shelter in my dry spell
We complimented each other perfectly
But the satellites couldn't tell

Your tempest shifted direction
And I was left chasing clouds
You found shelter before the last rainfall
Leaving me shaking and without sound

There are still temporary storms
That roar through my fields
But you no longer need the sunlight
And I am no longer am a shield

Let the followers believe the satellites
I know the truth now
I've rarely been able to write poems as much as I used to. But I hope this one is the one people are able to relate to the most, since it's the most important one I've ever written. Just remember people, everything can get better, no matter what.
May 2015 · 622
Pools
My thought process gets clouded
Like a public shower that's too crowded
When you waltz into my mind
My vocal chords are slit open
And pull out from my rotting skin
When you asked me why I'm too kind

The way I treat you is foreign here
On this unassuming blue sphere
I'm an alien to this thing called love
When you act like I praise you too much
And smile at the slightest feel of your touch
I want to take your past to a cliff and just shove

The forest, that is me, cannot be navigated
Only landscaped and appreciated
There is a great view of the lake
Once you make a home and get comfortable
I can give you a life that's more affordable
There's just one favor I'll have to take

Do you have room in your heart for me?
Just a poem I wrote for my best friend.
Apr 2015 · 369
Auto-biography in Progress
Ever changing notebooks
To accommodate the various pens
A collection of words to match
But only one person to attend

Is it lonely up on that stage?
Would you rather be on the balcony?
Far away from the center of attention
But never changing distance from me

I have tried to build a life
Out of the only thing I can control
When those fail me, will it be alright?
Will they hold off the torment of our souls?

The fate I have scrawled out for us
Was only on pages like these
If you're writing in a different tone
You never have to get on your knees

Communication is what keeps us alive
It creates unbreakable bonds
Please read me your pages
So our souls will remain strong
I'm trying to stray away from being extremely forward in my poetry, so I tried to be at least somewhat symbolic.
The gift, the curse
The reason for life
It helps, it destroys
Just the same as a knife
We take it for granted
It's a wonderful thing
It never goes to waste
Like a beautiful ring
It taps on windows
It breaks down doors
It revives nature
But, that's what it's made for
If you ask yourself
What brings joy and pain?
My favorite thing in the world
The Rain
A poem I wrote about four years ago to my mother during church because I couldn't jam out in my head. Enjoy.
Mar 2015 · 490
Interlinked (3/4/15)
I've relied on my words for my sanity
But the pixels are unforgiving and calculated
My bones can not express myself clearly
They creak and moan with years of hatred

This distance is only sustained
With airwaves and power lines
Late nights with mono dialogues
My ears cave in and create mines

I have changed and we both know it
The seasons exclaim that knowledge
Our seperation bombards my happiness
Further driving in that wedge

Every other time we could make it work
Our hearts interlinked in lines like these
If we could make what we have out of nothing
Then we WILL bring any obstacle to it's knees

We both have been through our own wars
And we can still smile, laugh, sing
So just survive the onslaught with me
And we will conquer everything

— The End —