PoetryDump

poems of past, present, future, and never. all unedited spilled words. follow my other blog, "10shortpoems" for tenwords .:.:.:.

[brohigho]

She lays close to me even when the heat is on.

[brohigho]

Tangled with you with the thermostat on 68. Freezing over those 3 degrees but it the easiest suffering to bring you so close to me.

I fought for 67 you wanted 71; we settled for 68 because 69 was too corny.

The day it's warm and You still this close to me, only then will we change the thermostat.

[brohigho]

I haven't felt like writing since I've started to feel like living.

[brohigho]

Feet slipped through the clouds just when I thought I was flying.

It was the free fall towards the earth that built my desire to find my way back.

Lost in the dirt, though I relished in this humbling experience.

I've made little peace with what led me here.

Though my feathers plucked, my wings will grow back.

[brohigho]

You ran so you could take advantage of the distance by applying your presence never near enough to keep my heart content.

[mylifeascy]

The search to make my words stop rhyming came to it’s end when I stopped pretending beauty to be poetic.

It’s only purpose is to muddy the water when you stare at your reflection.

[brohigho]

aLetterToWomen

waiting for that one person to understand me.

i damper my name just to make someone laugh, falsify the image of myself just to see a laugh.

i believe women to be the backbone of this world. love takes two people, but without a woman love is not half as good, but rather non existent.

a woman will drive you to be a better you, she will give you a sense of comfort more so than any pillow or satin sheets.

she is comfort, she is love, she the dream we sleep for.

she finds good in the broken, for all she knows is to repair.

a woman can fix a lost soul, i’d take that over any mechanic overcharging to fix a head gasket.

the only price she asks is effort.

she is not meant to be an object of lust, but rather the center piece of love. she is beauty, she is life.

and if you are lucky enough she can be your wife.

she bears children for a man’s name to live on.

she takes our name for all she knows is to give.

she deserves respect and i can’t truthfully say i give that one hundred percent of the time. but without a doubt a doubt i can say i’ve never viewed a woman as an object of lust.

i write this asking for forgiveness, for myself and to all men who have ever made a comment of banter, the jokes distasteful, i just love to see someone laugh.

a woman is life

i would die twice, just to live once.

she breathes life into us, i’d die twice to live for her once.

[brohigho]

We scrub at washable stains, but they still show on our pained hands.

[brohigho]

I value you in a way that is foreign to me.

Because I've never felt valued by someone who didn't know my story; but you were interested in hearing it.

I know not what comes of us, but refreshing it is to feel admired in any sort of fashion.

Too long I've feared of speaking such words as they would come across as arrogance. To feel a way of speaking for someone else.

This time I didn't have to. You've made me feel it.

20 minutes in distance separates us but this feeling so foreign I didn't know the language.

You aren't mine.

But you are special to me, and that is good enough.

You listen to me, you hear me

Let me never forget this feeling, even if it is my last feeling.

Maybe I'm naive, and you're just being nice.

But it feels nice. I didn't want to write this; you've just made me want to write this.

[brohigho]

I wanted the chair to fall,

until you became the chair holding me up.

[brohigho]

You will never understand me, because you haven't opened your mind to the thought of meeting someone rather than creating someone. I was created through trauma, good fortune, love, and the loss of it.

Find me in conversation, i don't hold back. I'm not the person you wanted; that person does not exist.

I just hope you can find bits of me where your happy thoughts go. Stay there for a while, thoughts turn to memories.

Let them not be imaginary.

Find me in front of you, not the lab that is your mind.

[brohigho]

I've been on an island; long before my feet felt sand. Secluded to my own thoughts, surrounded by the feeling of being an antagonist in a hero's story. A fun chapter, though a bad one. The burden of apathy, I continued in my search of any feeling I desire.

The pathway towards a good morale, now covered in debris. I didn't bother searching, I forged my own. Now I sleep with the lights on,

I've been in the dark for too long.

[mylifeascy]

Hurt me where it hurts

Kick me where I've been kicked

I just don't care any more

Just lock the door behind you.

You have it;

Anima vesta

[brohigho]

Don't forgive me for what I've done; but at least forgive yourself for ever giving me the power to do so.

[brohigho]

I admired you in a way that was selfless

Stay if you'd like, go if you must.

I'll still be here;

Brittle only for a moment

For this was something I foreshadowed with your introduction to my life.

"Oh well"

I said, looking to the ground.

[brohigho]

Trauma happens in different altitudes and sometimes casually.

I chose to let all trauma take a much larger toll on me than most moments of minor, sometimes miniscule traumatic events, should.

I let things bother me, so I could do something about it as a person. I self reflect often to let these little moments of things that genuinely bothered me no matter how small, I knew I didn't want to ever give another person a moment of unhappiness that they would ever reflect on in a time of bad memories.

I never wanted to be in someone's bad memories. Whether they not close to me in relation, or a stranger

A take the bits and pieces of trauma and all their depths, with me. They've made me a better person I'm this quest for the goal of kind heartedness.

It endless and it challenging, I have slipped in my act towards selflessness many time, and I need not to be reminded of them, I remind myself of them often. With the only optimistic thought I keep in mind in order from tearing myself apart, being, i am learning not to do hurtful things that others have done to me.

I am small in importance and comparison to a person I want to but I've grown to know that the levels of trauma are a personal scale. I believe, like most of us; have gone through a lot of shit, I'm sure I've handled them worse than a lot.

I remember the bad in everyone, but only scarcely let it drown out the memories of an ounce of good. We are not born this way, we were made this way.

I say it often, we are not what we have done; but what we will.

[mylifeascy]

I dont write about you anymore.

[brohigho]

I just don't write anymore.