Poetry

i hate being cliché

i really do,

but when it comes to you,

i never know what else to be.

staying up until the clock strikes 11 past 11,

just so i can ask for that simple thing

love

Remember when?

Do you remember when 
When we were thinking about how old we would be
When we reached 5th grade?
How brave we thought they were?

i hear his whisper daily,

"everything must be perfect..."

"hush!" i scream, but to no avail

"text again, they didn't see it"

i obey everything he says as if my life depends on it

every number must be a 5 or 0

I fell asleep,

in your lap,

my head on your leg,

It wasn't one those deep sleeps,

It was the kind when you still hear and feel everything but you are indeed,

asleep.

I sob for

something I think I

hate, but cry "no no no"

when asked if I

want to quit.

Because I just can't.

There is no

possible way

that I could quit.

It starts with the smell

faint tints of gasoline

soggy leaves and damp surfaces

the air moist and wet as the sky prepares its dramatic soap opera.

The opening scene begins

a drop here and there

Unimportant

often forgotten

most times ignored in large groups

provides assistance

side character

never the main character

never given a chance to be the main focus

if at least for an hour

I felt my heart shatter,

just like they wanted

I wished I could have yelled

I wished I could have SCREAMED

SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO HELL

but I can’t.

I can’t breathe in the water while I drown.

I took a step out of team and

immediately wished

I could take a step back in

of course the timing synced.

I walked and heard you

wave to everyone

exchange talks with everyone

The Real "Greatest of all Time"

A year ago, if you had asked me,

"Who is the greatest of all time?" 

I would've claimed it was a soccer player or a surfer.

The journey of change must end.

The arduous climb to the top

For a cause left unspoken.

Our hearts craved the triumph that was so close.

lying down on the rocky ground of western Colorado

and looking up at what the vast darkness of the unknown has granted us tonight

an ache fills my lungs as my eyes take in the beauty of the millions of lights dotting the sky