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How did you get in here?
Did you tip the bodyguard?
I can't think of anything else
Getting in was supposed to be hard

I had always thought that
If you came back into my life
I would welcome you with open arms
And forget about my emotional strife

But now that you've casually claimed
My memories like they're a priceless object
I'm left to wonder if bringing you back in
Is something I should just learn to accept

The door was locked and sealed
And the fence filled with barbs
So, how did you get back in?
That was supposed to be hard
Neuron pathways build and vanish
Supposedly to ensure survival
They always leave me famished
For a new kind of revival

Why do they cast out new ideas?
Keeping overthinking and anxiety?
If change can happen to Pangea
Please let it happen to me

Not what I have worked so hard for
Not the things I have said or done
Just this horrible gut feeling before
I stare too long at the blazing sun
Screams of terror
Slices through the silence
As the free fall
Plays out in sluggish seconds

I need a new upgrade
From this heart inside my torso
One that actually stays put
And doesn't always want to show

I'm falling into the same waters
I worked so hard to escape from
The difference is I can stop this
Change this heart for something numb

The real question is
Why don't I?
Buildings come crashing down
Explosions deafen everyone’s ears
Glass shatters and rains
When you come near
I put on my suit
Dig my mask out for the finale
Grab my tools and race out
To see my city look like a valley
The damage is done
The citizens mourn and try to prevail
If only they didn’t have a hero
That only knew how to fail
I'm supposed to write something sad, right?
Something really depressing, but relate able
That's the theme I've been riding on lately
Unless someone else finds that debatable

That's what I thought

Surprisingly, I'm not in that mood
And probably won't be for a long time
So these might get happy and cheesy again
But, don't worry, they'll at least still rhyme

The reason for this shift is quite simple
But the most complex thing I've ever seen
To think this all started with a swipe
And her attention being in my dog more than me

I'll explain more in time, I'll quench that thirst
But I need to enjoy this first
7 a.m.

The familiar sound of singing robots
Wakes me from my mummified state
Postpone instead of dismiss yet again
Did I pick the couch or recliner today?

Stumble into the pitch black bedroom
And fumble around for my uniform
My eyes only adjust when I am finished
So I can perform the morning norm

I love yous and kisses are exchanged
Between multiple people in the house
Before everyone leaves to their jobs
Or tries to remember their sheep count

7 a.m.

The sounds of deep sleep and coughing
Accompanied by the touch of your body
Only become clear after a different alarm
And multiple beings having to go "*****"

You walk back in and start your routine
While I watch with infinite fascination
And as you finish I start mine as well
You starting your annual salutations

So multiple people perform the kisses
And I love yous like any ordinary day
It might be the poet in me but I swear
I would never want it any other way
Pull back
Stop trying
It's not working
You're slowly dying

Wait for her
Focus on your life until then
Your back needs to relax before
You try to bend it backwards again

But don't show frustration
Insecurity or loneliness
She doesn't deserve that treatment
Be just as independent as she is

Make your mind focus on your life
You can still be interested but not clingy
You aren't on the ******* Titanic
Just a low-class and broken down dingy

Wait for her to respond
Even if it's just for new plans
Don't let your mind be the devil
For these idle hands
The moth flies towards the light
Seeking shelter from the monsters
But, as it soaks in the warm embrace
A door shuts, and the safety it felt shatters

But the light is still there
So the moth hovers around it's surface
It finally has a home for the night
No matter what it's instinct says

Just as it lands in the perfect spot
And tucks it's wings in to rest
The moth feels a sudden chill
The light vanished, leaving it in a mess

It climbs the walls and windows
Desperately searching for a way out
But it soon gives up hope of surviving
And asks itself what this was all about

Soon the family that lived there
Finds the moth next to the front door
And sticks it in a glass case
So they can admire it forevermore

Now, were the humans cruel
To bring about that fate?
Or was the moth just unlucky
Simply being in the wrong place?
Let’s raise a glass
To the flour
The yeast
The sugar
The salt
The baking powder
The baking soda
And the heat source
For this daily bread

And let’s raise a glass
To the butter
And the toaster
For this daily toast
A word here
                           A syllable there
          Should it rhyme?
WHO THE **** CARES?!

As long as you remember
                    The subject it’s about
               Poetry is poetry
                            No need to argue and shout

Wait, you guys weren’t?
It was just me yelling and screaming?
                                Well **** now I don’t know
          If there ever was a meaning
Usually I'm pretty good with words
But you turn my vocabulary
Into something completely absurd
But not as bad as it could be

Like a fat kid to a piece of chocolate pie
Our lips were bound to touch
But with held hands and locked eyes
The desire was too ******* much

By the way, your lips are soft as hell
There really is no other way to describe them
And where we go from here is hard to tell
But it'll be a lot more fun than before then

(This is the part where I **** up the subtlety of this poem.)
The next time my eyelids touch
I better not see your face again
I've torn myself too ******* much
From our storm way back when

(This is the point where I lose my focus and just go to sleep)
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.
Always alone|Always alone
Resisting darkness|Embracing happiness
Slowly failing|Slowly succeeding
Same routine|Same routine
No motivation|Constant motivation
Easily frustrated|Hardly frustrated
Not opinionated|Generously opinionated
Steadily destructive|Steadily constructive
Impulse driven|Conservatively planning
Never social|Occasionally social
Constantly anxious|Slightly anxious
Continuously questioning|Never questioning
Sometimes stupid|Sometimes stupid
Too gullible|Not gullible
Wanting change|Accepting change
Needing love|***** love
Craving affection|**** attraction
*Time to be me
My body is punishing me
For the change in weather
Just like what my mind did
The months after we were together

I rebuilt myself with help
From nothing and everything
But my heart still beats for you
And trust me, it's terrifying

Frustration from this hopeless love
Can never be fully diminished
If there was a blue flame, it's red now
Against everything I've wished

Although I crave a companion
To embark on this treacherous journey
I'll always have your ghost near
So why bother trying to be happy?
So remember when I fell in love with every girl that talked to me? Yeah, **** me for trying to move on and failing. It's a shot in the dark, but if you're reading this Jennifer, I'm always here if you need closure. Because I always will.
This keyboard has never felt more like home
When it bridges the 500 miles between us
I use to be so confident behind my vocabulary
But now these notebooks are all gathering dust

Repetition is my only skill now
But it's the only thing you're used to
I want to show you the secrets I hide
But I guess I don't know them too

I don't care if the time of year is coincidental
To the way I'm trying to change who I am
I still have to fulfill the promise I made
To improve this ******* I built with these two hands

I'm done questioning myself and my motives
They're what brought me to this point in time
The world's going to need a new pair of pants
After my body's clock has it's last chime
I wrote about her
It was always for her

I'm only twenty years old
With one tragedy to claim my own
And I act as though I'm battle-worn
When the real threat was never shown

I've ruined my vision of love
With the memories of our destructive ways
I'm broken and falling under
Slowly trying to replicate our escapades

I never want to feel that passion
If it's towards you, and only you
But I need what we had together
This haze is difficult to see through

I wrote about you
It was always about you
I destroyed my future for a chance
**A ******* chance
I’ve tried and tried
For nights upon nights
To see when I fell in love with you

But, even back when you seemed like just another face
I still strongly believe my heart was in your place

Both your house and your arms
From our first hello to our last attempt to keep warm

I need to stop this before I ruin it
But I just needed to tell/show
That our love for each other and what we have
Is the oldest and most amazing thing
I’ll ever know
Everyone is so scared of me
Of my future
And my past
And everything in between

It's not fair that they get to plant
The single seed
Of their doubt
When I always said I freaking can't

Now my mind is no longer
In the clouds
Above the pressure
And my love growing stronger

No, now it's back to planet earth
Amidst the fear
The continuous struggle
Of questioning our love's worth

I know I jumped in too early
But my love
For everyone here
Is too much for this to be

Just another failure
"Although I'd love to be
Headfirst
While keeping it nice and neat
What's worse?"
Six Gallery
You shone light
Everywhere and all the time
Then created a supernova
Casting everlasting night
Every summer emits your light
And every winter steals it away
I sit and wait for global warming
To destroy everything
And bring me back the day

— The End —