#memorable
They flinch when I ask things they don't dare,
They raise their voices when I don't agree.
I was there, but I wasn't there for them,
Maybe I shouldn't have been there at all.
"Is there really any value to this thing we call living?"
And they'd all look at me, horrified.
Some gave a religious answer,
Others kept quiet. Nobody really answered.
Everyone answered the same way,
Like they'd rehearsed it somewhere I could never be.
I tried to speak, but everyone else
made sure my mouth was sewn shut.
I tried to act, but a puppeteer
controlled my movements.
I tried to sing, but my voice
was being tuned, it didn't match anyone.
To be human was to be anything else,
To feel what others felt, just not yourself.
It was easy to be there for others,
But it was hard for others to be there for you.
Being human meant giving your soul,
And getting ashes in return, lumps of coal.
Dancing in the stars, waiting to collapse.
Singing to the birds, watching them leave.
Talking to the plants, watching them die.
Explaining to my therapist, she's confused.
Because for I am not like anyone else,
I'm me, and whether or not that's humanity,
or maybe just the way I'm wired, I won't know.
Dec 31, 2025
Dec 31, 2025 at 7:29 AM UTC
After the day is over
And the thrush begins lullabies.
I need to escape from this tiredness
By going into sweet delight.
Softly like heaven's fleece
Those eyelids close in thought.
I'm in a state so easily forgettable
Yet one that I like the most.
Aug 6, 2021
Aug 6, 2021 at 9:43 AM UTC
everything used to be so fine
amazing, memorable, and lovely
when everything mattered
when i mattered, only me, to you
through those times we were laughing
i was there, fixing problems with you
the universe turned upside down
i found you craving for something
something or someone?
how could that be troubled by the past
why am i not enough
why not me
when i was always around every day
Oct 24, 2020
Oct 24, 2020 at 10:31 AM UTC
Toast to the guinea pigs
for extinguishing my fear of being alone
Toast to the moon
for being the substitute of street lamps
Toast to the car parked on the driveway
for indicating the presence of my family
Toast to the guitars
for remembering the way they tune
Toast to the fridge in the kitchen
for keeping our food fresh
Toast to the walls of the house
for absorbing the noises I rather not hear
Toast to the paintings
for reminding me of what I’m artistically capable of
Toast to the bed in the room
for keeping my body comfortable at night
Toast to the lights
for providing my room personality
Toast to the tapestries hanging on the ceiling
for maintaining my privacy
Toast to the dreamcatchers
for giving me hope of a good night's dream
Toast to the pictures on the wall
for reminding me of who I am with people I love
Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 1:48 AM UTC
From the moment we met,
I knew you were special.
You became my life-changer,
someone essential, substantial.
You made every quote I created remarkable,
Every poem I've written, memorable.
Sep 5, 2018
Sep 5, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
When they say my name I hope you hear waterfalls; my face flooding your entire brain. When you hear my name I hope you think of glass breaking and you picture my hands, scratched and bleeding, putting it all back together again. When you say my name, I hope you hear laughter. I hope you see smiles. And despite all my countless flaws, I hope you think of me when you want someone to stay awhile. When they say my name I hope it reminds you of breaking and healing all in one breath. When you think of me I hope you feel warm. I hope I’m someone you never regret.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
What do you do when you question life?
Do you dwell on the past or do you look forward to the future?
It's easy to remember the bad things we've been through but how often do we look back at the positive things and just smile?
Remembering the negatives and focusing on the bad is hardly going to help.
What if you embrace the now, live for today and remember tomorrow is a new day?
Wouldn't that be a better way to live life?
Life is too short to constantly think about regrets and what ifs.
Do you want to be someone who's life is dictated by worry or do you want to take risks and enjoy life while you can?
Do you let the best years of your life fly by or do you take control and lead the life you want to?
There's only one pilot controlling your life.
Make sure the journey is a memorable one.
Feb 11, 2018
Feb 11, 2018 at 9:38 PM UTC
Years past I never saw today
At a public function
Etiquette displayed on my part
Did I know her from Adam
Unpredictable life could be
Today that force is inseparable
I owe her so much.
Oct 25, 2017
Oct 25, 2017 at 11:06 PM UTC
These distances,
These distances, these distances between our paths,
These distances between our eyes,
These distances between two companions
May all these distances end,
Why is someone near while the other one is far?
No one knows the reason behind this,
Am I coming near or am I drifting away,
I don’t know where I am
These distances, these distances of our path,
These distances between our eyes,
These distances between two companions
May all these distances end,
These distances
This also happened sometimes
Even on empty roads,
You were there with me
Sometimes even after meeting You,
My heart returned empty handed
This also happened sometimes,
Just like it happened right now
I found You in everything around me
These distances between us make me Yours,
These distances torture me,
These distances make me thirsty
May all these distances end,
I didn’t even say that
I’ll not live
If I don’t achieve (attain) You
Even by mistake
I didn’t ever want this separation between us,
Now this separation remains,
Like a desire and it says that
May our love remain even more youthful,
These distances between us will eradicate
These distances are strange,
These distances will be removed
May all these distances end
Why is someone near while the other one is far?
No one knows the reason behind this
Am I coming near or am I drifting away?
I don’t know where I am
These distances, these distances of our paths,
These distances between our eyes
These distances between two companions
May all these distances end
Jul 22, 2015
Jul 22, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
Shook out your memories
Pennies from a piggy bank
Tucked in between couch cushions
From your first home
Old age has kissed your skin
Basked you in the gleam
Of the unknown
But tucked in your creases
Lie memories
To lead you home
Who you were
Is not unrecoverable
Forever preserved
In our hearts
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
5:58 pm.
The tortures of the week
are bookended at last.
The sun has gone to slumber
Hoodie zipped and a layer
Of crimson lipstick;
I am out the door.
6:15 pm.
Numb hands clutch each other like lovers
there's a wind that snips like scissors
The train is late.
I wait.
Just another weekend, anyway.
6:17 pm.
Warm breath gushes from an open mouthed train
I step inside.
Bottles clink at cold feet as my bag is lain.
6:20 pm.
The train stops.
Shudders.
6:22 pm.
It's moving again.
7:00 pm.
Miles from home
I've entered my mini weekend world
That gnawing weekday feeling lifts from my chest at last
7:12 pm.
We walk, the six of us.
Up the hill,
Turn left.
And there's the woods.
7:14 pm.
"Does anyone know how to start a campfire?"
"I can't see a ****** thing."
7:45 pm.
Orange flames spit at the sky
Illuminating the branches above
A criss-cross mesh gives cover so little
To six cherry red cigarette ends.
8:32 pm.
The clinking bottles are
gone
thrown in a bush?
I think
I may
have drunk each
one. or more?
(Who knows)
I do.
8:45 pm.
I explore.
No one to guide
But five pale faces
moonlit and smiling and tripping on twigs
I finally feel I can join in their smiles, too.
9:01 pm.
I don't know these faces of moonlight all too well
But they're starting to feel like home.
10:32 pm.
A change of plan
We stagger though the door
Of her empty house.
I count 8 of us now,
I thank my lucky stars
I've spare clothes packed
And bask in the warmth
Of a new friend's house.
11:06 pm.
Sat on cramped carpet floor
I smile as the warmth fills my lungs
A buzzing high replaces faded intoxication
I pass it on
And am given a shoulder to rest upon.
(I'm so happy. Wow.)
11:48 pm.
My head is so fuzzy.
And the quiet boy from school
Sits across the room
Him and I
We're far more alike than I'd ever have known
And I'd never have known
If not for tonight.
1:15 am.
I never want this to end.
1:30 am.
She plays her hushed guitar
As I lie on her shoulder
She's so beautiful
I didn't know she could sing.
I wish she knew.
I sit back on the floor.
(She strums her guitar
And sings her last line
In a voice so **** quiet;
'Where is my mind?')
2:45am.
I never knew how different a film could be
Surrounded by friends
And high as the sky.
3:33 am.
I sleep.
5:02 am.
I wake.
The boy waves
From the side of the room
A silence not uncomfortable
It almost feels like June.
6:58 am.
I go to sleep once more.
And I'm happy.
I'm so happy.
At last.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:27 PM UTC
I think I love too easily.
I find it so simple to pick out the best traits in somebody.
I like to know what makes people tick and what makes their pupils dilate. I can fall in love with the way they talk about
their favorite shades of color
and the way they pick out groceries.
I am interested in the way people take their coffee
and if they prefer tea better.
and why
herbal
caffeinated
I find myself loving people for their laughter
and the crinkles beneath their eyes when they smile.
And I think it’s so cute whenever they suppress their grins
when they think of something funny or memorable.
I love the way people talk about life
and what’s on their mind;
it’s nice to know that there is more
more to discuss than the sounds on mattresses
and the type of plant they inhale.
You are beautiful.
I love the way people spill their hearts out when they’re happy
or when they’re sad.
Sometimes, when they don’t let me love them,
it makes me want to love them even more.
And even when they don’t love me back, I still continue to love.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 3:01 AM UTC