people laugh when they hear i write poetry little do they know their insecurity is my inspiration i think you're beautiful without hesitation yes I’m talking to you I know the frustration of not knowing who you are and having all these limitations but open your eyes you’ll see yourself in it and once you give in there is no limit of how far you’ll go I just want you to know that you’re special.  


SLS

what is poetry
supposed to be?
is it for you
or is it for me?
i know the right answer
the one that makes me feel free
but i forgot how to do it
how to be me

green eyes

dark views


an old train

spray painted and bruised


your beauty goes unappreciated


who is your muse?

i took it to the heart

i always do

at first i don't believe it

but later find it's true

i don't know if you mean it

though..
it wouldn't be anything new

because i often fail to see it

from your point of view

i know some day you'll leave me
but please don't make it easy
my lipstick on your tv
i wanted you to see me
i wanted you to see me
in everything you saw
but i left remains on purpose
so your feelings weren't raw

sometimes it feels like everything we are is all that i am and i know, i know, i know that's not enough for me i know it's not but life is too confusing i'd rather get shot it takes time to think like this but time is all i got along with feelings of regret from the times i once forgot

She was mad because when I scribbled
they called it art

exaltation, exasperation
that's how were separated
in our nation
the happy stick together
and the fed up stay alone
everyone's always on their phone
miscommunication is
the cause for most things
we would rather text
instead of give them a ring
that leads to hurt people and
hurt people hurt people and
if we could help it
would we stop being sheeple?
we've become familiar with this
intoxicating life of
never thinking twice and
thinking you're above
but in "reality".. If it can even be called that
were all the same
whether or not we know the names
of the people that surround us
fact is, someone surely found us
and put us together for a reason
maybe we each represent a different season
that would make sense wouldn't it?

you were that one blinking star in the sky i had pondered on for hours when i was a child just to discover that all stars twinkle and you were no different from the rest

sls

It hurts a lot. It hurts so much and I know you're never going to understand why it hurts me but just know it does. It's ****. And I'm crying. And i don't know what else to say besides that I don't want to loose you.. Again. And again. And again. I know I don't act like I love being around you but I do. I'm just ******* stupid. It's been so good just having you back in my life and talking almost how we used to and I thought we might actually get back to the way it was before it all. But no. I'll try to deal for awhile.

Maybe it hurts so much because it makes me realize that I'm not even half of what you are  to me as a person. as a feeling. as an inspiration. I hope I handle it better than I have in the past and I'll be preparing for your absence. Again

sls

why do i fall in love with people for the simplest little things?
like the way they say certain words
or that little smirk they do when they get nervous
maybe it's because it reminds me of something from my past
or someone
lately i've been trying not to think about things so hard
one night stands
the looks people give me at the mall
you
you
you.

****

"This is what I was afraid of... that it would feel normal." he says

about an hour after waking up next to me

sls

I picture you in a coffee shop. sipping on something hot. You're occupied on your laptop, there's a little book right next to it with a pencil (not mechanical). You seem very at peace but... concentrated. You look like you know what you're doing. Maybe you're writing an essay for school. Maybe you're a writer like me.

Whenever I see you in my head, I'm never involved. I'm watching you from a distance and I don't think you notice me. I don't think you ever will. It's up to me to make the first move. It's up to me to say something intriguing enough to peek your interest. By the time I meet you, I wont be so worried about what you may think of me (unless I happen to remember this moment, that is). I'll be sure of myself. I'll know who I am by then.

are you still blind?
you'd run into a pole with your eyes closed and call that poetry

sls

He's someone of the past. You thought you loved him then.. but now he's gone and you're overwhelmed with desolation, lust, grief, appreciation and you CAN'T shake it. He's everywhere. Everything reminds you of him. Each bench swing you see, greek food, willow trees, hearing that song come on unexpectedly, the color purple. and why is it that when someone says his name across the room, your brain refuses to understand, for just a minute, that anyone else could have the same name as him. You go mad over the fact that every blue eyed, shaggy haired boy you see in this god forsaken world could be him. So you gaze over there for just a bit longer.. until you notice something about that boy that, so obviously, separates him from yours. You get mad at yourself because you should have known it wasn't him. Anyone else that knows him would have known that right away. And you shouldn't have gotten your hopes up like that. What would you have even done if it were him? Walk up to him and say hi? Hug him? You'd probably break down and cry no matter the response he gave.

sls

I wake up with the feeling of a million kisses now
and I just feel like nothing can top the original
and your smile compensates for every tear I feel like shedding in a day
the chemistry doesn't lie and I was right this whole time

If you let me down, let me down slow.
Allow me time to touch pencil to paper.
Let me turn the jaded memory of you
into something greater.

sls