#tryagain
I miss writing
the way it felt
to breathe through words
why did i stop
was it life
or just another excuse
we call it busy
but maybe
it’s the same excuse
we use
for everything
even the dreams
we never chase
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 4:27 AM UTC
I plunge into the cold water
it drags me down
my lungs constrict
as the water fills them
my mind is empty
it feels so nice
to have a quiet head
maybe I'll stay here
down at the bottom of the ocean
my eyes start to flutter shut
then I remember
I have all these people that care about me
who love me
and don't want me dead
I wanted to be better
want to be better
my eyes snap open
and I begin to swim to the surface
my lungs welcome
the fresh crisp air
my head bobs above the ocean
as I swim with all my might
to the shoreline
I finally make it
my lay against the sandy beach
as I rest my weary bones
and heavy heart
healing will come
rest up
before your next begins
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 10:15 AM UTC
You can’t see efforts,
what you see is a result.
For that reason, people often mistake other’s success,
— as the result of natural talent or luck.
Feb 28, 2023
Feb 28, 2023 at 1:07 PM UTC
The breadth of a cliff
Gauged as narrow,
Glossed with ego.
To his chagrin
He could fall in
And strike the final shoal.
Atoll, a toll.
On her cherry lips,
Beckons a cheery lay.
To have failed
Trounces the fool
That thorns his ears
Of her musical display.
Oct 21, 2020
Oct 21, 2020 at 11:47 AM UTC
We've burned enough bridges
I think it's time we fix it
I'm afraid to reach out and find you feel indifferent
Would you want to live in a world again
Where you and I are more than friends
I keep coming back to this
Cause baby it was magic
If there's such a thing as good love we had it
Maybe I don't know if it was good enough
But baby I still know it was a good, good love
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 2:12 PM UTC
Less of a poem
More of a confession
I wish that we
Were back together
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
Boundaries drawn
Anger pawned
I'm ready for a new dawn
To try again
Not quite as friends
But attempting to mend
To paint over the pain
To release the maintained
Its time to start in a new lane
We are not friends
But we will try again
For his sake
We will take
The pain and throw it away
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:45 PM UTC
Today was the day I had said I love you to you
seven years back.
We don’t talk anymore.
Actually, you don’t talk to me anymore, you never will.
My heart is broken.
But if I ever meet you again,
in my next birth,
or the next to next one,
I will try again.
Who knows you might love me then!
I will take the pleasure and pain of loving you again.
Who knows you might love me then!
I will try again!
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 4:03 AM UTC
If time is consious
Are we
but a fleeting
Thought.
Yet to fade into obscurity.
Or are we a
conclusion
Of repeated ideas,
That just need
to be tweaked.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
she cried on the third
in the middle of the night
cradling her sorrows
which resurfaced from the burrow
the hurt was sparkling greatly
holding an immense armor of maybe
maybe she's still the girl from the past
maybe she can never be steadfast
she let it drown her
until the tears were over
then she closed her eyes, took a flight
this is good night
it took sixteen days
before another night turned to a haze
tomorrow is a new labyrinth to walk through
inhale, exhale; she's more than her blues
Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 9:48 PM UTC
i hope one day i’ll see you on the street
maybe in 2 years time
i’ll tell you how much i used to miss you in my backseat
or laugh about how you broke my heart so bad
that it should’ve been a crime
and we’ll act as if we were just children then
who didnt know better
but don't lie
i know you did
and so did i
and now's your chance
so get a grip
and give "us" another try
Jan 16, 2018
Jan 16, 2018 at 1:52 AM UTC
Sometimes, the best of you is brought out by the worst
After people do their damnedest to destroy you
After they have stabbed you in the back
And shot a bullet through your heart
You find the strength to get up, to fight
You take your wounds...your bruises...your scars
You pick up the pieces and build something new
And the dents and cracks left over
Well, if you run sandpaper over a diamond, it'll eventually smooth out
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
She keeps visiting me
Beautifully adorned with pearls
Of hope, endless possibilities
Tomorrow will come tomorrow
And she will be clothed in pearls
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 2:41 PM UTC