#um
"i hate him"
but i still think about you, for some reason
"i never want to see him again"
i'm scared that when i see you again, it'll all come back
"he means nothing to me"
but you were everything to me
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 1:40 AM UTC
I opened a **** bank,
but I'm the only
one depositing in..
Any one got a wet wipe
Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaagss……..
I never withdrawing that deposit...
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC
We've been together for four years.
After a lovely vacation on the beautiful island of Maui, Hawaii, I present to her a small, felt box, small enough to fit in my hand.
I open it.
A hamster the size of a thumb lays there, gasping for air as the oxygen comes rushing back to the tiny creature. His little lungs were straining with effort.
She gasped at the sight.
One would think that my decision to keep a hamster in an airtight box for no other reason than to entertain her would be an alarm bell of sorts.
It wasn't. Not to her.
She called me honey and named it powdered sugar, right before it scampered away, searching for freedom anywhere on this big sandy place, only to drown when a crashing wave swallowed it whole, mercilessly washing away its tiny footprints.
A better name for the hamster would be...
Our relationship?
Anyway. She tends to only call me monster, now.
If only she had heard the alarm instead of the wedding.
Nov 17, 2018
Nov 17, 2018 at 2:50 AM UTC
"come take my hand
and run through play land
so high, too high
at the carnival"
Just come hold my hand
Or take me to dinner
Don't just stand there
Come on, I'm a winner
You're more than this
Don't make a fool of yourself
Shut up and kiss me
Push me against the shelves
Give me a night to remember
Make me happy
Don't you remember that night in December
I still haven't paid for therapy
Run your hands through my hair
Surprise me
Make this fair
Fill the air with lustful glee
Mar 30, 2018
Mar 30, 2018 at 2:42 PM UTC
Don't you dare cry for me-
For I can do that myself.
I simply choose not to,
Because then you'd tell me
Your addicting lies.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
This is the nature of a puzzle
Just a bundle of shapes.
Odd sizes with bits poking out .
Shattered, yet fixable.
Just a bundle of shapes
Left to the imagination
Shattered, yet flexible
They fit together
Left to the imagination
Yet structured precise
They fit together
Like they were destined to be
Though no one piece is the same as another
Odd sizes with bits poking out
Every piece is needed to complete the piece
This is the nature of a puzzle
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
SSSSSSTEP RIGHT UP!
Come look! Come see!
Look at this creature here,
It's trapped underneath it's tree!
This tree, you see,
Is a tree of magical properties.
HA! Not really.
It actually represents mockery.
See how it looms over this creature,
And see how sad it makes it!
This tree is the source of its discouragement,
This tree makes the creature think it's unfit.
Unfit to lift this tree off itself.
Look how strong the creature is!
Yet this tree makes fun of the beast to the point, where...
Well, it believes it's too weak. That's crazy, it is!
Someone needs to tell this animal,
"HEY! You can do this!"
But, well, I certainly can't.
This is just showbiz.
Jan 2, 2018
Jan 2, 2018 at 3:01 AM UTC
the door was barely opened before
I caught her like a 2am yawn (once seen unstoppable)
she caught my smile but expressed it better than I ever could
and like I would for the queen I quickly stood
she must have seen my eyes through the hazy night
and she moved closer like poetry I cannot write
ok I can't help myself
she walked like an 'um' itself
an um for the wordless times
when something more important is on your mind
when you're asked for the truth but are filled with lies
when in pause, time it buys
gliding like a miyazaki dragon spiriting me away
anywhere but here, the now, the day
struck dumb
the response to her hello?
- 'um'
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
She’s a free girl
She’s a new girl everyday
Not a single thought holds her back
Nothing taunts her not even what is wrong
Because what is imperfect is so perfectly whole
Because the universe in its entirety is so incredibly correct, it is everything that is true
She lilts effortlessly through the sempiternal world she has created for herself. Pressing her feet into the soft earth, her head is clear as glass, she lives in the abiding acceptance that as the universe is a harmonious force which does not include good nor evil, so is her ephemeral state of being.
Her name is melody and song, and beauty and nature, and art and expression. Her name rings and loves endlessly, vividly, like a perfect asymmetry.
Her light shines magically, sensually. She booms like fireworks, and is delicate like lilies. She teases and twirls, is hard to find yet ever present. Long lasting yet evanescent.
Not a soul knows of her, yet her glory shines brighter. Free from judgement, scorn, and praise. She’s not alive yet has lived everyday
When her form dies, she will not, for her energy lasts eternally, and gloriously.
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 11:12 PM UTC
Sorry to keep bringing this up but I can't ignore the fact that you are so much of everything.
I don't even want you, I mean ******* hell I want all of you, but I don't need you.
I just want to thank you for helping me realize that being honest and open will only benefit me.
And that yes my smile is still beautiful even when my cheeks get so big that I can't open my eyes.
And making me realize that I deserve so much more than what the past fooled me into believing.
You're not my universe; just a star in the sky.
You'll learn to trust and when you do I hope it's the right person because I'd hate for you to be broken. If it's the wrong person I hope you brush off the dirt and stand knowing you will recover.
Because you've got so much glowing inside you it'd be a waste not to share it with someone.
And I'm sure one day I'll forget you, but I won't forget what you've done for me.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
I want to know why
Why do you make me feel everything?
Every emotion I've had seems as if it started because of you.
Now the only thing you're making me feel is hollowness inside my chest that I try to forget by reminding myself that emotions are just chemicals blending in my head.
I should be over it by now it's been a month of either awkward confrontation or nothing at all.
But I can't help but wonder whose lucky enough to see your dads house,
Or your messy morning hair.
I can't help but wonder who you're going to leave behind next;
I wonder if you'll give them a proper goodbye.
Maybe you'll just leave them hanging, And give them small chances to believe that you'll come back.
You won't and I should stop hoping for it.
I guess it's my fault that when you showed me your nothingness I saw everything.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:11 PM UTC
Im Stressed out
And you made my day
I like you
I hope you ask me for coffee
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
but i watched the way you tilted your head last night
studied how you looked at the screen
wrote into my permanent memories how
the light cast shadows in your hair
from where I was sitting, I was looking at you from the knees up
and couldn't help but think
how much I wanted to paint pictures on your neck
with my lipstick
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 7:37 AM UTC
A blank mind,
could ever be so fine.
Shine on,
Find others fond.
Let’s sit on my lawn,
watch the sky.
Oh my!
A shooting star,
so far away.
Everything will be okay.
Don’t think.
Just feel my heat,
and listen to my heart beat.
Light--fright!
A bump in the night.
Are you scared?
Get up & fight.
You have the might,
don’t you?
Get on your shoes,
this is your cue.
When it was mine,
I flew!
I had no clue,
how high I could go.
But if you stay low,
you will never truly know.
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 2:12 PM UTC
I know I must have lost my mind,
Reaching for something I cannot catch
Or virtue of a different kind.
I never thought that one could find
In someone else a perfect match
I know I must have lost my mind
In a subject so undefined
It's to this feeling I attach,
A virtue of a different kind.
Though after many I have pined,
From this one I can not detach
I know I must have lost my mind.
Oh, many scenes I have designed
But from these I have not a scratch
Of virtue of a different kind.
Were I to speak, and be declined,
To someone else I'd soon dispatch;
I know I must have lost my mind,
Or virtue of different kind.
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC
He was love’s fool
A drop of rain
In a downpour of seasonal shame
A farthing in the fountain
Spent on wishes
Glistening in the fenlands
Of unreplenished riches
A plea, among the rustling
In a vast forest of variegated leaves
Sorrow among garrulous winds gusting
A path through
His wooded pathos
Blazed with love and lusting
Then a tear finds wing
On a falling leaf
Snapped from the limbs
by currents of heat
rockabye'd into halcyon
so misery and his companion
Forge a new coin
Thrown and flipping along an arc
A pinwheel casting solar sparks
Purling hope in a tumbling fall
promises anything can happen
To anyone
Anytime
at all
Sep 29, 2014
Sep 29, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
There was a day,
When my fingers could not keep count,
Of the number of friends I had.
But those days are like a fairytale,
Never to return again.
They’ve all slipped through my fingers,
And I’m sorry for what I’ve done.
Even though to me,
It’s unknown,
Like a mystery.
Maybe I should summon Nancy Drew.
What went wrong ?
Maybe I wasn’t good enough for you.
Maybe I was just too much for you,
Too overwhelming.
Maybe I was too much of a luggage for you to carry around,
Too emotional.
Maybe I got too heavy
And you decided to place me into the middle of the road-
To take on the whole world in my hands,
That can barely hold a dime,
-or just to watch the world move on.
Maybe I was just too dark,
And relied on that blade too much.
Maybe I’m not pretty enough,
And my scars are too scary for you.
Or maybe it’s because I’m
D i f f e r e n t,
Just maybe,
It’ll always be maybe because you just disappeared.
Without leaving a message or note.
If it’s just to say:
“Talk to you soon”,
Even if it’s not soon.
You just stopped saying “Hi”,
And stopped showing that you ‘cared’
I’m sorry for being me,
But it’s okay,
‘cause if I was in your place,
I wouldn’t even stop to say “Hello” to me.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 6:35 PM UTC
Feeling so conflicted as to what I'm missing
knowing what I'm feeling isn't what I'm really missing
know that times are harder now
Time is constantly ticking
Life keeps on pushing me further, how?
Feels like I'm always on the edge and close to tipping
and I keep tripping
And the urge is always there, picking away at me
Haunting me with its cold glares and stares
making me feel so conflicted as to what I'm missing
and I know what I feel isn't what I'm missing
I'm missing but nobody seems to see
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...listening
I'm missing but nobody seems to be...looking
I'm missing but right in plain view
but nobody's noticed I've gone...missing
So why would they search for me when they think I'm as whole as the full moon glistening
what they fail to realize
was she was the moon
but a part of her was hidden away
a piece of her...missing
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:25 AM UTC
a lot of people
feel that
their significant
others aren't with
them when they
wake up because
they're not in
the bed with them.
and yeah, sometimes
i would like you
to be there
physically,
but just because
i can't touch you
doesn't mean that
you're not
with me
when i open
my eyes.
Jul 22, 2014
Jul 22, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC