Poetry

The House on the hill waits for no man in the window.

the maniacal screams that echo from the basement 

chills a daughter to the bone marrow.

Listen to the soft pattern 

of rain drops falling onto the window pane 

creating streams of water 

that all end in a small puddle beneath the sill. 

Feel the softness of a blanket 

Today I am afraid 
For today my life 
Lies in the hands of people 
Who see me as a monster 
A destroyer 

When I was younger and I would watch movies,

The end of them would always linger.

Like a taste;

Too sour for the bright of mankind,

Love the stars                                                                   &

You resurrected me just to

rip my heart out and

smash it to pieces

No one was surprised it was made of glass

I could see my reflection in my

lifeless heart as we

stood over it-

broken, distorted by the

You are the sun

So beautiful it hurts to look at you

You’re my only one

You’re the sun

Lighting up the dark planet of my heart

You are the only one

Every feature of your face a work of art

They wonder why I never share my thoughts...

They wonder why I never share my feelings...

They wonder why I never share my opinion...

They wonder why I never share my secrets...  

They wonder why I never talk...

You hide from my,

Lowest moments.

Running to make it on time to my highest.

you watch me as I smile,

and fall as it gets closer for sleep.

your solar opposite

Hurting sucks

Like missing a buck,

Eventually you'll get over it 

But it will take a bit,

You did a hit n' dip

Which broke me like a chip,

You only text me when you need something

She looks like her mother

but takes after her father

in speed of temper and wit

she has eyes like her father

but takes after her mother

in grace and denial of pain.

I wish I could,

You know

Just let things go

But my head

Keeps going

going 

going

going

gone.

Never to be the same again

Thoughts during the day turn to daydreams