Posts
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Jealousy
I always thought
We’d be together
For so much longer.
I thought that
I’d finally found
Someone who would
Love me for a while.
Not just until
She got jealous.
I was fine
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Autumn Leaves
I step outside,
And look around.
I see the autumn leaves.
In hues of yellow,
Red and brown.
I see the autumn leaves.
As I watch,
Barely breathing,
Autumn leaves
Fall from the trees.
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The Human Mistakes
The sun sets over the ocean.
The wind blows through my hair.
Voices float on the breeze.
I wonder, sometimes
What the world
Could've been like
If human's had not
Destroyed it.
I wonder about
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Insomnia
I cannot sleep
Once again.
I lie awake
Wishing I could see
The stars.
Instead I see
This room and
Its hideous orange walls.
The walls seem to move
Closing in around me.
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Challenges
Sometimes it seems
Hard to understand
Why things are
The way they are.
But even if
We don't understand
All we can do
Is move forward.
Life has its challenges
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The Cats
My mind is fuzzy.
I can't think straight.
I hear a clock ticking.
Is it just in my head?
Do you hear it too?
I round a corner.
The cat waits there.
It watches me.
It watches me.
Loves
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Genderpendence Day
I
Resist
I
Wrap
My
Heart
In
Ace
Bandages
I
Tuck
Bra
Cups
In
My
Boxers
I
Persist
I
Am
Jazz
My
Sex
Is
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WE ARE STILL HERE
we are still here
through hate and violence
through trial and tribulation
through it all
from right to wrong
we've all made decisions
but we are still here
forever.
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-sky-
smoke bleeds through the sky like marker does to paper
tearing, thrashing.
breaking, bashing.
the birds are sad.
it's hard to catch the people undistracted,
but they too are sad.
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Somebody
I heard from a guy who told somebody
Bout the deserts dry
And the forests muddy
But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies
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?
was it easy for you to love
me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about
the whole time period in which i
was allowed in your life.
was i easy to love? but please,
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the hole where we stood
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,