#ahh
Cause and effect is crazy because he could’ve done this or that but he didn’t and I didn’t and nobody did.
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 11:19 PM UTC
So...
A line there, and a thing there,
A circle there, and a staircase there.
A little light here, a little dust there,
A little confusion here and there.
How is this true?
This mystery.
They say it all the time, like ALL the time...I say it too.
But I don't get it...maybe they don't too.
How do I let go.
When I can't see the light.
I am really trying to get this right.
Just don't disturb me now,
as I sit and stare in this room,
trying to figure out what, how to take up room.
So that fear and excuses have no room...
Jul 7, 2018
Jul 7, 2018 at 5:43 AM UTC
i don't know how
"i don't feel like crap when i'm with you."
morphed into
"i love you"
but i'm glad it did, and i'm glad
that you said
it back.
you said it back.
Mar 9, 2017
Mar 9, 2017 at 6:18 PM UTC
The poems you don't read
Are the poems I don't write.
The wandering thoughts and puzzle
Pieces that are never found or placed.
The urge to scream,
Or blend into a puddle of melted candy.
I know what you like.
You enjoy the colour pink and sound of pianos and feeling sad.
But the good kind of sad.
I know what you need.
You need to love yourself.
Or at least like yourself.
You need to breathe and create.
You need to dance and breathe.
Please.
Just.
Breathe.
The poems I don't type aren't raw
Or artsy or beautiful or ugly.
They are scared and lonely and everything that I can't put into words.
The poems I don't write are simultaneously the best and the worst.
I don't understand them and it terrifies me.
That's why I don't write them.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
I wish that I was going to Venice to be with you.
So I could stop wishing I was going to Paris to be with him.
Oct 25, 2015
Oct 25, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
Twist with your wrist
The dagger into me
Red pours out
Looks like I can still bleed
You smile, I laugh
The pain sets me free
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC
It was when you asked me if I was multiracial that I knew you only saw me skin deep.
*As we danced you kept pulling me closer.
It was weird…uncomfortable*
It was when you asked me if I ever had fun that I knew you wanted me to loosen up.
*You held me close your hands on my thighs
It was weird…uncomfortable*
It was when you asked me what I did in my free time that I thought you might care.
*You kept hugging me tighter to yourself
It was weird…uncomfortable*
It was when you asked me for my number that I thought about trusting you, but I didn't.
*You made me feel wanted by someone new
It was weird…uncomfortable*
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Now the love has left me,
And you're nothing more than human,
(Though I would not call you any less),
You're nothing more than human.
And now the charm has gone,
He too was nothing but distraction,
And faith would never come...
Now the hope is gone,
And even depression,
Obsession,
And desperation have left me.
Since my future never existed,
And faith would never come.
Now I have no calling,
Hardly knowing what to call myself.
Now I have nothing to wait for,
Now I have no meaning,
Now that I long for nothing,
I cannot call myself an artist,
And hardly call myself a student,
Now I am no poet, no dancer or musician,
For I have no substance
from which to build from.
Now that tears have left me,
Both from joy and from sadness,
I am nothing but a human.
And never before have I felt so lost.
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
I sit in a car where everything moves slowly, where every sound I hear, I think about it first.
True presence, true gift.
I see my self like I am in another dimension.
And even when I think about the things that I think,
I think them over again.
I am very diffrent from low.
And I like it.
Jun 22, 2014
Jun 22, 2014 at 7:35 PM UTC