The reason why I'm about to fall
Is because I once stood tall
Just as quick and graceful as a fawn
You are gone
‘Twas all but a dream
You secretly made me beam
Even though I shuddered
And muttered
You were so patient like the paper I leak ink on
You are gone
Big sister
Now you're a big blister
That I will never fully comprehend
A message I might send
But I know I will slip away like sand
In your pretty young hands
I felt so safe
But now I feel the chafe
We had fun
What's done is done
‘Twas all but a silly nightmare
‘Twas just a tear,
In the page,
Of a script who’s fate was to drift off stage
And that was the reason why I fell
Into this well
At dark dawn
I am gone...
When your emails
Got replaced with college’s attempting to get in my league
You were my first home run
You got me in the sweet spot at the right time
Classroom peeking
Our love has more power over us than the authorities do
No police can keep us safe
No jailers will ever get a piece of our lonely hearts
Should I begin this over again?
I wouldn’t mind someone who was big and cozy
You are boney and nosey
Should I go through?
When you jokingly say
That sitting next to you in the cafe is my favorite part of the day
Should I continue?
Watching my future heart die
I'm not sure I'm ready to let it retry
Or should I stay open and ready,
For my knight in shining armor?
The one who will charm her
Should I start this all over?
Just for another taste of happiness that’s so sweet
Knowing the end will hurt more than it does now; Raw endings are not something I want to meet
I couldn’t be normal for you
It’s not allowed with me
But someday we will escape
And we shall be the idiots that we didn’t get to be
I'm not afraid to lose myself
I know you will always find me
Let’s add insult to injury to all the authorities of our life
They deserve it
Why can’t we all be more like death?
Not giving a care
But taking all
Fighting those with a strong will to live, very unfair Bringing people back home to their center of magic earth
Stardust people
Why can’t we work together and fight this?
Is it because some believe it’s the end and not to mess with the steeple I guess to get a compromise they must argue themselves in circles
Two sides like an infinity sign
Adding onto ideas and holding ground back and forth
I think we the people need to rewind What are we actually trying to achieve?
Rather than spewing insults and points back and forth
We could keep the goal in mind, for us to save the world
The glaciers melting in the North We the people, never forget to shake hands at the end
That’s my favorite part
When we all come together,
We are all on this planet with similar problems; I hope we can live heart to heart
Honey don’t listen to them all
Don’t let yourself fall
Just keep doing what you were doing
The dream of life keep on pursuing
Don’t fucking stop
Pull out of that garbage smelling parking lot
Don’t let go
Keep moving even if it is slow
I know you sweetheart, you always make it
Keep that fire inside of you lit
Don’t let it go out
Cry your heart into a drought
Come on, love pull yourself out, now more than ever
You are definitely clever
Run you clever girl
Stop believing that you aren't a pearl
Just keep on your feet
Let the future uncurl, I promise it will end up feeling complete
Don’t ever let them force you to sit
One thing about you that amazes me is that you always make it
I know that this isn't what you think, I know it all seems like a mess
But you'll make it don’t think any less
You, have no clue
How much I believe in you
You will find a reason for that pain
Sorry I won’t explain
It will be a great surprise
You have the ability to see through lies
That perfectly terrible loop
Your brain right now is, thought soup
Just another bump in the road
You can take the heavy load
I am the future yet at the same time the past
That desert of the darkness is very vast
But "the best way out is always through"
So for now just make do
I find it funny that
White roses tarnish with age
I'm scared my love
Will have wrinkles the next time I will meet
Will it be you or me at the welcome mat?
Maybe I will keep your coat hanger for my rage
Like Cinderella shoe, or someone’s glove
I keep your writing as a treat
I'm in need of a deep conversation
And I think you'd be perfection
I wonder your thoughts on bottling up fear
And using the pressure like a Coke and Mentos rocket
Blast off with irritation
And safety goggles for protection
We could talk about what we think of Shakespeare
And girls pockets
When it comes to talking
I just don’t know how or where to start
Maybe I'm in need of a brave summer vacation
I have don’t have many ideas though
I just have to keep a rolling and a rocking
I also have to learn how to part
With hesitation
Learn how to jump head first into something when people are saying no
I have to learn to not think, just do
Every time I go around I want to reach for the gold rings
And see everything I can see before I can’t see
I want to know that if I failed, at least I tried
I find it funny how we all do the same motions but are different each time we carry them through
How we change slowly and want and need different things
I'm scared and I want to break free to be me
Lets see where life will show me and take me to, I'm in for the ride
Why must time stand still?
The longer I wait here the more it kills
Come on
Just because I’m no longer your student, are you gone?
You have to still care
Before I sent it, I told myself to beware
My hopes have shattered
Heart tattered
Why do I never learn?
I guess It’s still not my turn
When will I be saved?
My roads are never freshly paved
Don’t you dare leave me hanging
By a thread I’m already dangling
My head is a complete mess
I don’t know how I’ll ever confess
Sometimes I think that life is a game
How much can I hold in until I go insane?
What you don’t know
Just promise not to go
But I don’t trust
This is a must
Are you still here reading?
Well I’m still sitting here bleeding
If you thought I was strong
You were wrong
I used to be
But along the way I lost me
I don’t know who I am
I don’t know how to get my old self back, damn!
I used to hate writing
But now I write lots of poems while lip biting
I don’t even know if I miss my old self
My high hopes I will put back on a shelf
That way they won’t shatter
Does it even matter?
Colitis
Proctitis
Don’t be a buttcrack
And just write back
I just can’t take it anymore
I’m running for the door
I just can not
Ever since I was little I’ve been through a lot
All I do is fight
But I now have no more might
A fight that will last a lifetime
I’ve given up on the climb
A fight that I’ll never win
Complication after complication that’s all it’s ever been
I’m just really tired of it all
Just exhausted of being fate’s rag doll
I can’t keep everything in, everyday closer to exploding
Me you’ll never be able to decode
Why must time stand still?
The longer I wait here the more it kills
One summer night
With my brother
Blowing up balloons and letting them fly
Mom came outside
Time to go inside
Time to take a bath
Time to go to bed
No thanks
She says that I haven’t taken a bath in a few days
She also says I have dirt all over my legs,
Like it’s a bad thing
She asks me if I like being dirty
I respond with a yes
I like the feeling of the cracked dry dirt on my legs
Chipping off with time
I ended up taking a bath
And I felt like I had lost some of myself
I was too clean to be me
I guess, I’ll have to start again tomorrow
I met a women named sue
She had ladyfingers that created the best of messy handwriting
And she drank coffee
She was guiding me
And she was sometimes Tyranny sue
But I loved that she knew, what she was doing
When she mentioned that she was leaving
She saw into my eyes and saw the tear in me
Sue…oh Sue
After she was gone
She caused a hole,
A tear in me Sue
Bouncing and flying
Is this a dream?
Maybe I'm superman just learning to fly
Melt into the speed with no regrets
I live for a little bit of danger
While my legs stick to the seat with sweat
Will this ghetto metal hold up?
Rattle, rattle, creek, creek
Will we crash into a rock or hard place,
And make things worse,
By wedging ourselves further in?
Further in
Could be further out
Dark voices are scary
But not when you join in
My music only goes so loud
I write myself into silliness
It's not worth it
Not at this cost,
Of weightlessness
Soaring through the darkness
In a rough way
Not knowing what’s next
It feels like morning is so far away
But I like the quiet of the night
And how all the sane people are sleeping
I'm not clean
I'm rusted
I'm so close to being busted
‘bout time I did
Did I really think I could make it,
Without falling into that pit?
Mount my head to the wall
Like I am a piece of art
And nothing more than a fart
Parading into my storm
In your way trying to make me happy
It’s leaving me feeling crappy
Ask me again
What it’s like to feel,
The spin of this lopsided wheel
Rationally shrugging
Give me away, Kenzie
Then I’ll call it more of a frenzy
A secret
If you're accepting, I don’t care if you know
I'm notorious for my one none existent greeting
Not to mention the fact
That I might not be what you think
With my virtual paper and ink
Out with failure being my success
In predicting my life, I didn’t really see this
With octopus camouflage, it’s hit or miss
Imagine me as you did before
To go and fix it back
Next time when I'm unable to, I’ll pick up my own heavy slack
Dead on the inside
I'm rotting, in my worn out shell
I think this just turned back into hell
Why is it that when we miss someone we hope they miss us too?
In my life, there was you
I guess that makes you special and worth,
Your mirth
I should get a start on moving on
But the other Saturday
My food looked like puree
My cereal went soggy because I was thinking about you so much
We fell out of a touch,
I don’t think we ever even had
I was smarter before,
Before I walked through the innocence taking, dominating doors
I guess that it might be for the best
I was stuck under a rest
I’ll make accidents but I’ll make them my forte
Softballs put on the ground
No more bats and gloves around
No more eye black
No championship game to give me a happy heart attack
The hunger for the ball in my hand
I miss my old life, like
When the ump. would tell you, you were out on the third strike
Stolen bases
On a regular basis
Red dirt on my clothes, in my lungs
I was so much smarter then
When I didn’t know what it was, time and time again
I still do not
It’s like the pain inside is caught
And I can only try to make the best of it
Hello over there! I love writing poetry. I have a dream of becoming a writer! I hope that my poetry makes you feel like you're not in this world all alone.
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