Poetry
Stillness; a reflection in the dark calm A ripple, a storm brewing beneath Waves rise and crash, His hand lifts Carried away, drowning, left adrift A whisper, a gentle touch She looks up, showing her face Her colors reaching like fingertip…
I can see it in your smile The tired lines from too much trying You've been faking for a while You can't cry if you keep lying When you can't take it anymore Don't shy away, emotions flying I sympathize as you empty your eyes Your heart is…
Here in this town I'm alone, full of doubts My heart's in my throat It's choking me now There's no one I trust To be there for me If there's no one I want to drown in my sea
When I'm with you, I stay true to myself. With you... I feel right. When your hand is squeezing mine, I can find the sun in the night. I could write a thousand poems, And spend the rest of my life thinking about you, Because you are my hom…
This love is something intangible: As the threads of the universe It is sensed without senses. To love from the deepest crevice... My strongest weakness, My darkest secret. The feeling's convoluted-- A fear that's rooted In chastise and ex…
I just don't know what to do anymore. I can see love in the eye of the storm, But I could be capsized-- and drowned in the sea-- Before that love could ever reach me. I just can't tell if I'm already submerged-- If the crashing waves have …
I had a shit-blown panic attack tonight and after skating around at 4 AM trying to recover I decided to sit down to write the thoughts that ended up settling.
These dastardly things to these bastards we'll do Push them to go faster until they can't move
Wishing on that star Which crashes into walls It's beating up my heart It's coveting my fall If this is not enough There's nothing left at all Four sides of conflict Where I had once stood tall And now all this wishing Has forced me down t…
When the moon thinks she can be as bright as the sun’s luminescence-- Where cats play with small objects Imagining real rodents-- Who dances in the dark field For an invisible audience-- How wind pushes blades and dust To void, or persuade…
The pavement is hidden The black trees are broken The sky is white linen A caw from the crow and It rises and falls Fast and then slowed It builds up a pressure Deep in my bones I’m slipping away From all of this pain To set myself free I’…
I've hidden the truth-- Of my identity Mask after mask-- Avoiding the insincerity Afraid of living-- Of making certain connections These are my feelings-- That I fear won't be accepted I've spent all this time-- Being dishonest Choosing th…
Swallowing peppers And holding back emotions The same sensations... ----------------- Staying up so late Getting nowhere after all Oh well, it's summer. ----------------- Procrastination I'm pressed for time, all the time But never do thin…
I've been hiding my true self again.My sad self.My burdensome self.The me I wish I couldn't be.And I can't help but tuck it away.So that I alone will be insane.All alone, I can't open up.It's sick and twisted in my gut. But I can't tell th…
Restless Fighting Restless Fighting Screaming Crying Hiding Lying Pushing it all away Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it Don't think about it That's not who you are The sadness is back And it's here to f*cking s…
I am a talented young lady. I am learning three instruments, one of which I only just began taking lessons for, since I actually care deeply for it. I can write stories. I can write music. I can fuckin'... I can draw. I can swim? I can SCU…
Wandering forever You’ve lost your way Knowing that you’ll never Find your home in this place What are you looking for What is there to gain Is it worth all the struggling The worry and the pain How can you keep walking To the very same pl…
Gray-yellow turns to blue-green The sun is leaving The dawn of evening creeping Sleepiness seeping into your eyes A shake of the head, a spring of water Your fatigued feet are weeping Feeling the stillness from leaping Your mind is spinnin…
It's a day gone by With the stench of waste With all that time That has been erased So much to do And yet you rot away Glancing at the empty page Filled with your decaying creative delays ... There's nothing to write When you aren't intere…