Todayi look in the Mirrorand this is what i Seeall my InsecuritiesStaring back at me.nothing will ever be good enoughnothing will ever work outbecause even if i knowthere is always all this Doubt.i see Desperationi see Panici see Lonelinessi see Doubti see me.
UntitledHe's a hurricaneIn the desert.He brings much need water for lifeBut leave destruction in its wake.This is what you do to meYou bring me comfortYou make me feel secure.Then you leave.You break whats left of my heart.
What Do I Do?Someone help meI'm drowning in emotion.No release.No air.I feel so alone.I have for awhile.Please help me.I dont know where to turn.Its like sitting in a lone chair"In the dark.An empty room likeMy empty heartLovers stop but they never stayThey dont look backAs they drive away."
I Want Everyone To Like Mei want to beWhat everyone needs me to be.I know i disappoint alot of peopleAnd it tears me apart.I want you to like me.I want everyone to like me.If you liked me, maybe you'd stayMaybe then i'd never be alone.
I Was YoungI thought i needed you,That no one would want me the way you do.I prayed you'd never leave,Because you were my everything.But you're gone again,And i've grown up.I dont need you!I never did.You werent my everything.And you never should have been.I dont love you!But really i do.I love you because...You made me grow up.You were there for me like no one has ever been.You were my best friendAnd i love you for that.No one should be your world.They should only be a big part of it.If they are your EVERYTHINGChances are.. Its just infatuation.
Lately I've Been..Lost in a world of hate,I have no where to turn.Living in a home full of hurt,I never feel safe.Loving with a broken heart,I am vulnerable and scared.
Color PsychologyThere's a demon of colorWhispering in my headTelling me to listenTo all that will be saidHe tells of hues aplentyAnd shades numerous as starsHe tells me I could paint planetsFrom darkest Uranus to bloody MarsI however, wish not for colorNor for difference of shadeI only speak in black and whiteAll else in fallacious charadeBut he bemoans my narrownessAnd lauds the singing shadesHe tells tall tales of marvelAnd begs me play his gameI am not one for pageantryNor pomp or frivolous paradeThe lie of colors and pigmentsAre naught to me but shadesGhosts of things conceived by foolsWispy whims of psychopathsPainted faces, hiding the truthOf blunt black and white-hot wrathThe demon writhes and gets his due
he made me cry long hoursI think the man who openedthe Starbucks door for me todayknew that I was broken. I think,as he rushed to get the doorbefore I got there, he knewmy arms would snap off if I triedto open it myself. I think he sawsomething crooked behind mystraight teeth. I think cryingis my job and a day without bawlingmy eyes out is a fucking holiday.just so you know, I've learned howlove works: it's you doing nothingand that meaning everything to me;it's me doing everything and thatmeaning nothing to you. we're broken,you know. like a song on repeat, I've triedcountless times to fix us. I even volunteeredto be a janitor to sweep up all the pieces.but I can't fix something that you broke. sowill you just leave me alone already? I'm not-look closely, I have 34 syllables just for you:my lips can't speak soI settle with the open-ing of hips instead.I am begging youto please be careful when youpull off my tight pants.I have mailed the notes-to-selfto my eye sockets, the ones tha
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You make me cry. : Why?You make me smile,You make me laugh,You make me cry.I make you cry?Yes, you do.Why?Because of my heart.Does it hurt?It weighs me down everyday.Then why acknowledge me?Because it's full of love for you.
The Stalker's PathYou allowed my presenceTo be your maladySo fragile in essenceWith vulnerabilityThe last of the lettersHas finally been sentNo newspaper cuttingsJust these feelings to ventAlone in my abodeAt the dining room tableI relinquish romanceTo the realms of fableThe time of no replyHolds sway over my lifeFork for food, spoon for sauceRedundant is my knifeArrogant ignoranceHave you forgot my nameWatch from your widow's walkAs you drench me in shameOut to sea, out of sightYou cast my memoryI'll run aground on the shoresOf your inequity
to cry and be heldhe's awake and he's cold and he'scrying in my arms, whispering songssinging the sound of the rain into my eartears are falling on our cheeksour skin swallowing the waterwe are naked and calmbeneath the cinnamon treeour skin cracking as its leaves land in our hairholding dry leaves in our handsholding them to our heartshe's kissing my shoulderthe wind blowing my haironto his spinemy skin is bruised and coldbut he holds me as my eyes cryinto his heart, soaking the leavesour bodies drifting and fadinginto sleep, the leaves awakeningour skin cold and dry- the leaves aliveif the leaves were our heartsblowing in and out of the windlanding in our lover's hairsoaking up our lover's tearsfalling asleep and awakeningwith the seasons
IgnoranceBroken dreams, a shallow heart,Wings of innocence torn apart,Caught in a moment, but out of time,Lifes a song that just doesnt rhyme,Selfish wants, puritys destruction,Snared in the wildfire of needy seduction,National suicide, greed became lust,Having to lie in order to trust,Nightmare, wide awake,Watching society burn at the stake,Shattered faith, gone with yesterday,Back before love was a cliché,Light inverted, shadows lead,Growth is faster with a tainted seed,Destiny, approaching fast,In a race where all come last,Apparitions, icy chills,Blaming ghosts for making the kills,Breaking silence, whispering screams,Accepting everything as it first seems,Ignorance, we brought this on,Then were surprised when all hope was gone.
compulsive liartruth: my paint water from two days ago is still in my room.truth: it's murky.truth: it's foggy outside.truth: I can't find my shirt.truth: that's nothing new.truth: whatis ever new anymore?truth: that was a rhetorical question.truth: I lie when i write poetry.truth: I have suicidal thoughts during dinner often.truth: there's a reason why I wear baggy clothes around the house.truth: I'm so ashamed.truth: lately I've been eating less and getting full more easily.truth: the pants that were too tight on me are beginning to loosen.truth: halfway through brushing my teeth I realized I was using someone else's toothbrush.truth: I didn't care.truth: I just lied twice.truth: actually I just lied six times.truth: I follow you around like a little sister follows her older sister.truth: I should leave you alone.truth: I can't leave you alone.truth: I could've loved someone better than you, you know.truth: he wouldn't avoid me like you do.truth: he would notice the days we di
MorphineMy tongue swells like a gallowsand sticks to the roof ofmy mouth each time I say deliverance.The doctor says it is onlytemporary and that I willget over it in time.Some mornings I wake up as apoet - a random man of bonesand meat, clattering down thesidewalks, hardly breathingand afraid to move too quickly.Once I fried an egg on the batteryof my car because I wanted tosee the summer heat rise uplike angels and tangle in thepower lines, knowing I am God's annointed.The nurse says it's ridiculous,that I should know betterthat morphine will not kill meand I can still step on crackswithout the world slipping throughbut I won't get caught like last timebecause crucifixion is a bitchand I have nothing leftinside my pocketsfor you to taste.
About MeI'm weird.Yes i know.I'm slightly crazy.Its true.I'm super fun.Heck yeah!I'm a good friend.The best ever.I'm a poet.Only if you consider this a poem.