2am thoughts
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There is this penny that sits at the bottom of the fountain It's copper shinning with that of suns embrace of the waterIt seems so stationary among the slithering snakes Man-made, durable, permanent Everything we hope but cannot accept Our punishm
Between you and me,
Poetry
Is not something I've always seen
As great and mending.
At least not until she
Split my heart in three
As she turned away from thee
Who had brought us together.
A thought comes to me
And I can't help but write it down
Lest it troubles my mind
Keeps it confined
To repetitive, uninterrupted, cycles
All in the hope of preserving thoughts
This past week has been hard but I’m trying my damndest.
You’ve been inviting me over every day but I keep saying no.
Because I’m terrified that I’ll go too far and lose something private.
I've turned into the monster I told myself I'd never beThere's been a heaviness in my heart that I thought was temporaryBut now it's become a matter of consistency And every single time it's with more intensity
i dont kn
i don't knowif you know by nowbut all these poemswill be taken differently from their pagesand the person they are formay never knowbecause i'm too much of a cowardto tell them they matter
A perfect fairytale would tell us what really happens after we die, it would tell us why it seems people are so compelled to lie; Who came up with parkway and driveway when it's just the opposite and why procrastination is a thing when you set you
Change
As if nothing has happened
We gone on living our daily lives
We stand, idle
We walk, idle
We talk, we listen, we speak, idle
Never realizing the changes we go through daily
We live in a world full of desperation and fear
Where politicians and leaders play dirty to stay on top,
Where the well-off fool themselves into a false sense of secrurity,
I don't know how I got to be like this
I wonder how I was so unlucky
I just remember not wanting to let go
Not wanting to forget her
I remember she was all I thought about
She was everywhere
Of Thoughts and Things
Words of oral pleasure
How deeply they penetrate
Attempting to conjure what can only be felt
Feelings, the true nature of being
Forward and embolden they are
It’s not depression
It’s not suicidal
It’s not anxiety
Because I tell myself
It’s not
Others have it worse
I'm up in the clouds, alright.
I could stay here for a while -
Maybe I can't control how I feel sometimes,
but right now,
I've never felt so much warmth in the winter.
The nights are getting shorter,
Insomnia seems to grace me
With his presence each night.
Loneliness often deafens me
With the words he left unspoken.
Anxiety holds me hostage,
Invoking memories I want to forget.
To live without you would be like living without water.
I thirst for your love almost every hour.
When I look into your eyes I see how green the earth is.
But it’s your smile that makes my love deepen.
Without music
I would be left along
with my dark thoughts
clouding all judgment
whispering bitter words
of negativity
all night long
With music
it's the words I can't find
My mind is blank,
My thoughts won't flow.
I'm a bit bored,
So I look out the window.
I begin a new book,
It reminds me of you.
If you ask me why,
I'll have no clue.
I've seen death so close,
I could almost feel the pills
As her throat closed around them.
You belive in a numb peace.
But looking at her purple, stiff face,
You realize it's not here.
