#norhyme
i am cherry red lipstick
i am 6 shots of whiskey and loud words
i am soft fairy lights
i am the day and the night, simultaneously
i am my mothers daughter and then some
i am unashamed, bare faced
i am artist
i am writer
i am being
thank you
Aug 14, 2020
Aug 14, 2020 at 3:52 PM UTC
A lifetime is short
But a minute
is a very long time
Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 2:41 AM UTC
I loved you once
I hurt you twice
I am so sorry I never said anything nice
In my heart I truly know
I will always love you
as long as the stars still show
I can't help it but the way you make me feel is love
I hope this week I can deeply show
you the real man in me
And sorry
I ran out of rhyme
Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 9:20 AM UTC
As I fall onto the pile of freshly dried clothes, I can feel the freshness seeping into my skin. The comforting warmth flows through me in the dead of winter. More... and more... and more. I never want to get up.
Dec 10, 2017
Dec 10, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
I love you
Those words will always be remembered
Three words that can scar you
Three syllables that may hurt
But isn't that what makes it beautiful
I miss you
Three words that can hurt
As if you would know it's worth
Always remember those words
These bittersweet words
These words are all we have
Make every moment count
Because you don't know
You don't know when it will all disappear
Oct 20, 2017
Oct 20, 2017 at 8:12 AM UTC
Remember
the time when
we stayed up
till morning
on the roof,
watching stars?
Just you
and me
against
the world?
Remember
how we felt,
hands and souls
together...
Seemingly
connected?
Like glue.
I get
attached.
To you.
But you are
a moment-
just fleeting,
never to
be held down,
even by
adhesive.
Maybe
you don't
recall
that night.
I do, though...
always will.
The heartbreak
that you left
forever
reminds me.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
to a lovely boy;
i want to tell you that you're lovely.
that you're beautiful.
oh so beautiful.
i want to tell you that you're eyes send me to a whole other world. that you're sweaters look adorable on you.
i want to tell you that you're hair is hot when it's wet, and that you're smile slowly kills me everytime. In a good way of course.
i want to tell you that you're perfect in my eyes.
i want to tell you that i like your face, and your lips, and your eyes, and your fingers, and your cheeks, and just you in general.
I want to tell you that, i like how you stay focused on your canvas when you draw, and you look only at your lines.
i want to tell you that i like- love it when you hug me. i feel safe. i want to tell you that im falling dangerously in love with you, but i'm scared.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 10:48 PM UTC
I cannot die without knowing...
You never spoke the words
Telling me how you...
I was left with my mouth ajawed
My glazed eyes widened
I looked like a lost puppy
Expecting those three simple...
Now;
I stand flashing back into the very moment.
You said not a ****
My breathing,
Goes breathless to the simple flash of...
I guess, not knowing.
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 6:24 PM UTC
nightmares turn to truth
scars become reality
memories are reborn
a quick flash of a blade
stumbles away
blocking by the mind
truth shows itself
scars turn to wounds
time is reversed
red rubbies drip again
the mind is open
life is revealed
Dec 7, 2011
Dec 7, 2011 at 11:21 PM UTC
-and we were sat
in front of the sea
illuminated in moony streetlights
watching the silver worm of the swashing waves
inky black except for that contact
and across the water
distant lights shone, red, yellow, white
fast food commercialised with the big yellow M
sitting in our laps
the night cold, and we two shivering
although we both refuse to be warmed by the other's coat
and our song plays
and I look to you
sat by me on the cold bench
you, physical, mass, warm and breathing
you existing
and the song carries on
our mistakes, they were bound to be made,
but I promise you I'll keep you safe
and I do promise
because you are there
breathing next to me
and you exist
and that's all I need
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC
constant bodies around our lands
who slip and trespass within
one another
and their depths appear quite endless
although they cannot reach a core
ink and sky churned to one
sustaining of most life
mostly mystery
beautiful
blue
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 8:31 AM UTC
this is just something written to stand the test of time
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:31 AM UTC
I tried to walk
About in the woods
And dense evergreen forests
That are filled with monsoon
Which would've hit it moments back
And before the roots could actually seep it all in
The mangroves witness the shower again.
I tried to romanticize
Scribbling about the way he'd curl up
Beside
His fingers in my hair
Each strand longing for his affection
Longing this magnetic attraction
Between my hair and his stubble face.
I tried meeting people
Having interactions in my head
Portraits of people and learning
About their cultures and
Means of existence and more.
I tried to write
I tried to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
Witnessing is an act,
Living is a dream.
I tried dreaming
I tried dreaming of all that could be
Could have been;
All the intricate fallacies
The make believes.
I was trying to write impossibly
Of the things I'd never lived
And then reality struck me.
Feb 22, 2015
Feb 22, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC
Its the first photograph in my mind, of you, when you stood out in a crowd of a thousand.
For me that moment is the first touch when your eyes met mine questioning why I wouldn't stop looking.
Its was the first time you cried on my shoulder and my heart wouldn't stop crying too.
For me it was the first time we stood ten feet apart and it still felt as close as a heartbeat to me.
Its the first love, you're going to be my first till my last.
Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 10:22 AM UTC
we’re separated by miles theoretically
Our hearts, by a few yards until recently
i can hear you still, like last year
last year, when we were one soul
there was no separation
i tie my hair
untie them
and tie them once more
glance at the clock
the watches
the phone
i can still hear you in a distance
a few miles
a few miles
or maybe a few yards
i can hear the heart ticking
our pulses racing
racing away
from that one moment
one moment that lost us more
more of a you and a me
i type aggressively
not to match our beats anymore
heart beats
pulses
deep and heavy breaths
we were pretty sure of ourselves
deceiving a separation, measurable,
and finally its the distance
The distance
The distance
Some distance
the distance that got between you and me.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC
I see colors
And patterns
And words
And they don't make sense to anyone.
Apart from me.
No I'm not lonely.
I'm just different from anyone I met.
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 9:35 AM UTC
I puked.
Then brushed
And then puked some more
Will you kiss me like you did before?
My breath
Is pale
Smells of some *** and whisky
And *****
And God knows what I mixed last night
Would you dare breathing me again?
My eyes
Are droopy, soggy
They're sleep deprived
They're missing your presence in sight
Would you look into them and quench the thirst?
I've been lost too long
And found not often
I can walk
I can run
I can smile the pain away
I can forget tears
I can hold happiness even in a pensive bottle
I can be the warmth of a hidden sun on a foggy winter morn
I can be so much more that I'll never believe
Would you like to be a part of all that and me?
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
A piece of cake.
Hot melted chocolate syrup and a scoop of ice cream on the sides.
A piece of me.
I found that in people and connected with them over in different ways
A piece of memory.
It once haunted me to go back in time for I was afraid of opening doors I'd closed hard. Once I opened them again, it doesn't seem so bad now.
A piece of stuffed cheese pizza.
Do hell with a piece, I want the entire thing! Make it large please?
Pisces ♓
I kind of connect with these people. But its an explosive relation, if I get to be in one with a person from this sun sign. read: Ma
A piece of puzzle
I remember as a kid I used to be so careful to not even lose a single one else I'd throw the entire puzzle away.
A piece of paper
They used to make paper boats and birthday hats out of it together when young. Now these two brothers can't get enough fighting over it.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:52 PM UTC
Withered, scattered, spread
Her arms reached out to those that were dead
She tried to liven them up again
By composing poems, stories and letters of them
For all she'd breathe all this while
The only thing that kept her going and alive,
Words.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:46 AM UTC
To the world and to its people
An epitome of perfection
A perfectly placed nose
And the right shade of eyes
A dimpled cheek
A profound collar bone
She was breaking down
On the insides
Her walls of security
Her walls of ego
Making way for her insanity
Crumbling into pieces
Each and every day.
To the world and its people
She was perfection.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Engulfing me, darkness
I sit back taking it all in
Doesn't mean I'm weak
Doesn't mean I'm wrong
I'm the voice
The one who keeps life
Flourishing, I sow the seeds
I am the life
Underrated
Understated
Misunderstood
But burning fire beneath
I'll spill stardust
And change my fate
Ringing so loudly
It is the sound of change
I'm breaking a new dawn.
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
The girl with the leather jacket
And the leather high-high heels
Wearing a black tube top
And skimpy shorts.
Hair; blonde, shiny wild locks
Face painted gorgeous,
Luscious red lips
Scream.
Skin sun-kissed.
Holding her flask
In the right hand
Filled to the brim
With Jack Daniel’s whiskey.
Pockets filled with cigarettes
And marijuana joints.
She takes a cigarette out,
holds it to her lips.
Leaning on a black corvette
Ignites her death.
Inhale, exhale
Bad.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
I'm not afraid of the dark--
I'm afraid of the light,
that stealthy insight that looms overhead and slowly
envelopes my mind:
equal parts consolation and condemnation
of the decisions I've made and the dreams I've deferred
until tomorrow,
always tomorrow.
I can't sleep till midnight
because my mind insists on activity;
my whole being validated by three lines,
or three words,
whatever I write I become; I see.
What would you say
if I told you I count to twenty,
three times in a row after I hit snooze five times,
that I lie in bed, ruminating my failures
and the impending day,
resolute and domineering,
like an aged, hardened war general
who refuses to answer to, "I will not, sir;
I cannot do that, even for you,
or my country...sweet land of tyranny."
I think I find some meaning
and solace
in the minutes that beckon to morning
and hold fast to inevitable recycling of failure come freedom--
for, we are no longer chained by our fears when we forget
perfection.
I'll never reach that star;
I have no ladder that steep,
or hands that far reach,
outstretching past my own soiled skin--
tears that bleed.
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:05 AM UTC