I Write Poetry PINNEDTo the world you were a weed, Their looks so bitter sour, Yet my heart saw something more, A forever sweet and wild flower, To the world you were a worm, Hanging from threads set to break, Yet I knew that you would fly, A butterfly that's yet to...See More »
I Write Poetry PINNEDAnd all at once, it happened, just like that. No great spectacle, no cliche or overly grandiose moment. As instant as a candle being blown out. As quiet as a whisper. His own poetic travesty. And almost as if not wishing to be pretentious, it went...See More »
I'm the title i cant think ofI'm the stone that won't skip, The bud that can't bloom, The caterpillar trapped, In an inescapable cocoon, The puzzle piece that can't fit, The fire that won't burn, Mistake after mistake, Lessons I'm unable to learn, The seed that won't grow, The...See More »
Input titleThere's always so much going on in my head, yet for the past few years I haven't been able to truly grasp or express it. As if the ruins of my mind are overrun by the scattered and fragmented remnants of my past, and any time I turn on a light to...See More »
Briar hearts The fragile frail breaks of hearts, like leaves on autumn ground, A stillness to the silence, when they cease to beat or pound, The little brittle hearts, that grew from teary brine, Holding pains within their roots, that bleed out to the vine,...See More »
Time is an artist.It paints smiles upon our faces, Embroiders memories in our mind, Stitches scars upon our skins, Often cruel and seldom kind, Endless greed abound, It gives less than it takes, It's hunger never saited, It mends less than it breaks, Smiles wash away,...See More »
KaleidoscopeBroken hearts and promises, Pain and scars abound, Akin to colored leaves, Scattered upon the autumn ground, Healing will slowly happen, For each piece in our collection, As we arrange them into a mosaic, Made of poetic retrospection.
Echoes of silenceLights abound, Ageless time, Shadows crawl, The endless climb, A calling out, To unknown names, Matching souls, Engulfed in flames, A spirit awoken, It snaps and snarls, Broken hearts still beat, Despite knots and gnarls, Strength...See More »
Life of a lemonI sit in the solitude of my mind and ponder, trying to decipher the pangs of my heart. Where does such resistance stem from? I feel as though I'm a charlatan, people offer their generous gifts of love and grace, and no matter the circumstance i...See More »
Emotions weighedlights wane, echoes fade, truth reveals, the fools charade, promises broken, edges frayed, time steals away, memories made, everyone left, yet emptiness stayed, faking smiles, souls afraid, another effigy, in the masquerade, dreams forgot, hope...See More »
spilled ink and broken spineI use to be an open book, so happy to be read, able to share my stories, and the contents of my head, a gleeful tome was i, people coming, people going, sharing the essence of my soul, with each new visit my stories growing, then came unknown...See More »
I Write PoetryLose no sleep over those that watch and let you hang, Be weary of crimson weeds that have not thorn but fang. Burn not for those who don't give your spirit spark, Bleed not for they who bring no light into your dark. Stay not for those who would...See More »
I Just Dont Know AnymoreI wonder, if i ever find myself, will i recognize him? We've been estranged for so long now, are we destined to be strangers forever?
I Just Dont Know AnymoreI stumble along the streets, dashing here and there as I try to escape the memories that cling to my shadow. I search for some unknown place where I can scour the wasteland of myself in attempts to find gold within the ruins of myself. how does one...See More »
I Just Dont Know AnymorePicture for a moment your life as a film, now hit pause, here we have a still image, the snapshot of “NOW”. If the movie was playing you could miss the transition from one scene to another. Change does not need you in the room to continue its own per...See More »
I Just Dont Know AnymoreSometimes when lost, We can sometimes find ourselves destitute in happiness, suffering from a disease of the soul, trying to cure the sickness in our heart As it begs us to feed their addiction, hungry for the venom of poisonous people. gaunt and...See More »
I Write Poetrythe trees are all in mourning, for the lovely leaves they lost, the tears they cry in lament, so quickly turn to frost, and though things look dreary, fogged in a haze of gloom, mother nature is filled with magic, slowly growing in her womb, seeds...See More »
I Write PoetryWe open our chests for heaven, Yet with hells we soon are fraught, Mired in the maddness, For the heart has reasons that reason knows not.
I Write PoetryWhen your loneliness gets too loud, When the isolation gets too heavy, When the unspilt tears overflow, Cracking and bursting the levee, When the scars split back open, When the pain breaks your heart, When you can't stand up for yourself, Because...See More »
I Write PoetryI scrape at my chest cavity with a pen for what is left, as one does to that of batter in a mixing bowl. Searching for someone to lick the spoon.
I Write PoetryI am a pile of ember, Pain with a heartbeat, Ash with shallow breathing, Light with anxiety, Darkness with good intentions, Emptiness with scars, Nothingness with dreams, A king with the crown of a fool, From my shoulders a web of tendon and sinew,...See More »
