luke

[lukethewriterguy]

Loop the Loop

Am I crazy for still loving you

Am I a heartbroken poet etching my feelings onto paper

Or am I a madman carving up the familiar walls of his cell

Either way I’m a prisoner

Wearing shackles to which I own the only key

Why do I do this to myself

Is it a display of undying love

Proof that my feelings are true

Or is it a tattoo on my chest that I can’t cover up

A scar that would prove too difficult to explain

My body and my mind are separated, looking to divorce

They each get my heart every other week

Some days are easier than others

Sometimes I can write distractions

Pills for the pain

But I will always be dragged back to this

My great, unfinished work

Endless drafts of a perfect poem that can never truly exist

Dreams of a happy ending

Leading only to sad sunrises

[lukethewriterguy]

[lukethewriterguy]

I was something when I was yours

You were everything when you were mine

You still are

But I know I’m not

[lukethewriterguy]

The Big Race

I would give anything to be special again

The one lagging behind the pack because I already lapped everyone twice

All the years of work I had put in to be stronger, faster, better

It was finally worth it

I wasn’t just running in empty circles in my own head

Madly mumbling to myself that I was making progress

I felt seen, appreciated

Then everything went wrong

My foot caught on the ground beneath me

My ankle snapped and I tumbled into the dirt

I laid there for what felt like weeks

My eyes glazed over

While I stared at the darkening sky

Foolish, gutted, overconfident, disqualified

I didn’t even look when I heard the determined thumps of racing footsteps fly past my head

[midnightpoems]

I have left claw marks on everything I love; dents where my fingers fit, a gap to show this space was mine no matter how smoothly you gloss it over. I was here. I was here.

I’ve heard that the only thing that matters is how gracefully you let go of the things not meant for you.

you, my dear, were meant for me.

leaving you feels like a storm and rain sounds more like home to me now than my own heartbeat.

the space between my fingers is an echo of your voice

[lukethewriterguy]

Blood Meridian

The love felt like a sunset

In all its brilliance and beauty

Ephemeral and fleeting

So easily forgotten in an hours time

As the thousands of other stars appear

To swallow up the last day’s sky

What point is there then to the sun

If its vast intensity and infinite heat

Can be quenched by so much as a splash of twilight

Of course it returns later, roiling and furious

Breaking the surface tension to shoot so many colors across a great expanse

But who is to say that sun is the same sun

What if when it’s extinguished is when it dies

Only to return as something weaker

Until eventually it falls into that great dark lake again

Never to return

[omneco]

[halflifesk666]

[askyea-poesy]

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.

Craig Thompson

[lukethewriterguy]

A message from the front lines

It’s been nearly a year since I began this campaign

Raising my flag in the honor of your name

But now I fear the war is over, my goddess Verlaine

I have fought long and hard, sunrise to sundown

But fog has gathered round me and I can no longer see now

Your butterflies once guided us but they have left as well

I pray the days make sense as when I nightly felt your spell

The crew I fought with have all abandoned the cause

Leaving me lonesome as I continue to drift through this fog

I’ve developed many doubts, though I know I should not

Did you ever truly need me or was I merely besot?

The veracity of my value has caused me to falter

Am I truly a footman, fancying himself a walder?

Commanders fight battles, not get lost on empty ships

Were my dreams merely dreams when I heard my name spill from your lips?

These numerous thoughts pile upon themselves nightly

Weighing down my heart filled with feelings I still grip onto tightly

So I suppose I’ll maintain my heading, as I conclude this log

Whether what I find ahead is a new home, the old war, or my own end in this ceaseless fog.

[lostandunlovedd-deactivated2025]

i might be the writer

but you'll always be the words.

[aberrantcafe]

i speak to the moon about you and she spreads the word amongst the stars, so when the sun rises in the morning he greets you by name

[lukethewriterguy]

Don’t experience, but observe

It’s okay if it’s not meant for me

I’ve accepted the impossibility.

For in my writing, it’s real

Just waiting to be found

Mine belongs on the page

Inked in blood and bound

Others must take it

And bring it to life themselves

Brief moments of bliss

Before being put back on their shelves

That’s where I belong

Where I’ve found my comfort

Screaming verbs, and weeping nouns

All to be summed up

As a slogan on some shirt

[dark-soul9]

i love listening to someone’s favorite song its like im mentally holding their hand

[resqectable]

“Fall in love with the person who enjoys your madness, not an idiot who forces you to be normal.”

— Unknown

[lukethewriterguy]

Did you ever stop loving her?

Not for a moment. Even when people told me I should. Even when it seemed like the universe itself was telling me not to. I laid in bed, imagined her next to me, and fell asleep telling her how much I loved her.

[mournfulroses]

Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry featured in Rapture & Melancholy; The Diaries of Edna St. Vincent Millay