#whatisit
Love can be so fleeting
like the brightly shining sun
to leave you feeling sorely burned sometimes
or relieved when days are finally done
times to leave you feeling empty or leave you feeling perfect- full
sometimes love is high so grand
sometimes there is a quiet lull
sometimes it's awful easy true
other times
it's like a stupid an
stubborn bull
either way
- we always seek it
elusive like a distant dream
we chase it an ever wander on
to seek a perfect shining gleem,
like the rays of the sweet
warm sunshine
to finally bask in the
lovely glowing beam
that's what love is I think.
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 10:13 PM UTC
What is this thing called anxiety?
Is it a dark force,
Bringing all our demons to light?
Is it that chilling, phantom breath,
Tickling the back of your neck?
Is it the reason you feel as if,
there are menacing eyes on your back?
Is it the fizz that runs through your veins,
Right before you meet your soul mate?
Is it the lack of air in your lungs?
Or the clamminess of your palms?
Is it the fact that,
Without meaning to,
Your body is always alert,
for things that don't exist?
No one knows what anxiety is.
All that we know is;
It differs per person,
and is never a comforting thing.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 8:47 PM UTC
it's hot coffee and warm paper cup steam
and illegible tattoos without a theme
it's late night eyes and restless hours
and cheap notebook paper towers
it's sleeping until noon and arriving late
because of weekday parties that couldn't wait
it's worn out chucks and shirts with holes
based in a religious background and thrift shop clothes
it's community cups and feet without shoes
seen by long eyelashes and the color blue
it's ink rubbing off on freckled hands
from crumpled papers thrown in trash cans
it's an improbable dynamic and an impossible feat
because of barely-earned titles and grinding teeth
it's the quiet thoughts and midnight dreams
that, come the sunrise, are not even feelings.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
Is it
Those dreamy eyes of yours that I can't stop staring into
Those orbs that led me to your soul in heaven
Those receptacles that can elicit a myriad of emotions with a look
Or
Could it be
Those sumptuous lips of yours that I can't stop kissing
Those heavenly gates to your river of nectar that tastes ever so divine
Those sensuous portals to scathing remarks and honeyed words
Or
Is it
Your beautiful, wonderful mind that I cannot stop delving into
Your attentiveness to every detail when I tell you things about me and my life
Your appetency for knowledge of the universe and every single thing about me
Or
Could it be
The way your body merges with mine so perfectly like puzzle pieces
The way we understand each other so intimately like Siamese twins
The way you smile when you look at me, full of love and hope
I don't know what it is but I do know this
I love you baby
May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 12:33 PM UTC
What is love
If you are not telling me we are more
What is love
When you can't even talk to me
What is love
When i fee empty
What is love
When you don't see my sadness
What is love
When you can't even fix me
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
I feel I go in slow motion
Until
My brain has
Fast Forwarded
myself into
beyond the end of my life.
The eternity that haunts
my beating heart.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 1:35 PM UTC
I can see it in the shadows of my walls
the corners of the empty white rooms
the concave stomachs of little kids
your dried, chewed-up bottom lip
the hollows of Mum’s cheeks
the ticking of a metronome
the gaps in the bookcase
the crusty, sore noses
the bleeding nails
the white walls
skinny wrists
burnt paper
filaments
unlights
people
limbs
you
me.
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 10:06 PM UTC