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Love Begins
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we're not kids anymore.
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Blank space for you
heart beating
bringing me closer to smell your scent
lips brush
tongues intertwine
my thoughts are now completely left behind. All that's left is blank space for you instead of a black hole that I used to describe my mind.
11|07|18 3:16 pm
Anxiety free | As happy as can be
I'm writing this because I can't sleep because im thinking about how much I'm in love with you. You make everything ok. We laugh for seconds that turn into minutes. Time stops and I blink and suddely it's 11pm. When I'm with you, I feel at home, anxiety free and as happy as can be. Your happy tears are the only ones I want to see and they're so sweet that they're because of how much you love me. Your smile is something I can't put to words but it's like good medicine and makes my heart happy. What I'm trying to say is I love you so much. You've healed me in ways you don't know and I feel so blessed to have you in my life. Thank you for being in my life. I don't think I'll ever stop falling in love with you. 1/06/19 2:26 am
The World in Gold
sunshine casts it's last ray of light for the day, leaving the world in a humming haze of gold. As the sun has left me sitting with my friend Darkness, I ponder the thought that I might be forever frozen in this world. Wondering what it's like to be warm. So I'm going to seek after someone to call my golden ray of warmth, someone who makes my world golden again.
9|24|18 12:49 pm
The Shower
water washes away dirt from day
turning the hurt into suds
soap blurrs the eyes
looking for answers
hiding In the drain
but maybe it's your Brain that's clogged. questions you thought you've had to log.
collecting and filling the tub
drowning your mind
you could pull out the plug
but it's warm and comfortable here.
cold and crisp air is all that's waiting for you out there.
7/25/18
The Cage
I think I’ve thrown the key away to my own cage long ago
that’s why I don’t eat
to become skinny enough to slip past my own bars of expextations
that’s why I can’t love you
if I did I would be rebuilding a new cage with tighter bars and smaller spaces so that if I wanted to get out I wouldn’t have any bones left.
2|25|18 - 9:28 p.m
Concrete & Carpet
sitting on the concrete edge
I wonder what outweighed the bad
what clicked in my head
I need to find it and hold it as tight as I can in my mind
to not let my eyes wonder off the edge because where your eyes go
the body follows
but I’ve come down
the thought I tried to cling to has fled
leaving me once again
drenched in dread
so cold I’m paralyzed on my blue carpet next to my bed
staring at the ceiling wondering what could’ve I said to make someone like me enough to love me; nothing.
I repeat to myself in a whisper so soft I don’t know if it was really just a thought: “Love yourself and he will come.”
But I tried once and he never did.
3|12|18
Incomplete Thoughts
laying in bed, drifting into thoughts.
The dreams that never felt complete since you weren’t next to me.
Closing my tired eyes, trying to dream of 11:53 last night.
You never existed to anyone, except to myself.
Sunflower Compost
I don’t believe in reincarnation
but I see you as sunflowers these days.
the summer is starting to fade as the breeze begins to blow, but you will not fade away. I sit here watching them flow and dance with bee’s that give you life. The honey combs you had on the dining room table makes me think you knew what you’d be when you left us. Your own garden of Eden lay just outside of the window. You’ve gone so you can be the compost that repairs the earth of your children.
Fall will come and winter will go. Still just as the bees don’t forget where the flowers are, family doesn’t ever go too far. I shall remember you.
8|19|18
Recycling Love
Today Leaked love that dropped from your apartment floor and seeped into my ceiling. but little did I know that that water stain would soon drain my heart and leave me like a lease. Stripped empty of belongings, feeling lost trying to rearrange my thoughts that have piled up along with my cardboard boxes. All I needed was someone to be my recycling bin, but all I had was one made of blue plastic. At least we shared the similarities of being quiet and empty but one of us got to get rid of their problems on Wednesday morning at 6am and it sure as hell wasn't me. But as I sit here waiting in the landfill for someone to find me, I know someday I will be another man's treasure.
5|2|18
64 Crayons
Let this message be the rain and the sunshine to enable you to be divine and different.
Don't think it's too late to make the choice because even a rainbow comes from the transparency of the sky.
Think for a moment and imagine a person who's chose to blend in and be so bland you couldn't even taste what was real and what was fake.
They lacked color because this world teaches you to become grey the more you grow.
When you see someone's who's fading and becoming dull remind them they have the power to put color back into their soul.
Don't let society dilute them with lies, tell them to give up the ties to being perfect, to stand up together and be someome who's not afraid of being unique, who's not afraid of being special, don't be afraid of holding all of your colors.
Be that child who clings to his pack of 64 crayons because when those crayons break he still deams them worthy of being used.
You are worthy of being you, maybe that means being blue or green, even indigo or maroon. Maybe your a combination or a few, there's no limit when it comes to you being you.
2|28|18
Morning Walls
the morning rises with the walls that cover all four corners of what I call me.
it's a coping mechanism that I struggle with, I want to push it away, but instead I push the on button and turn their switch off. But the switch flickers and messes me up and my feelings get all twisted up and I don't know what are mine and what are yours
5|27|18
Black box ceiling
my mind is a black box
my heart is an empty bedroom.
here I lay on the floor looking to the ceiling, thinking maybe if I stare long enough the answers will speak to me. But all I hear is the tears drowning under the loud music. They say I'll go deaf if I keep playing it as loud as I do, but even then the voice inside my head won't be in tune. it's black there and it pulls you in, making you think your just tired, rest will surely help. When you close your eyes it becomes worse because now your determined vision sees a dejected disapointment as if it's a constellation in the sky
5|20|18
We Break
At some point we break
we break promises that were written in stone
we take a break from those who make our hearts ache
the weight of the world will break our bones if we try to make it out on our own
broken people in a bitter world will not better society
fix and repair the debts and the duos you’ve left
find a cure to the word hate and let’s break the walls we’ve put up between each other
let’s break the earth below our feet to let gardens grow where sorrows used to live
as the flowers creep up your arms, over your hands, and into your lips
you thought your touch and words could only break things
you were wrong
you have beauty in you
because like a geode split open
broken can be beautiful too
Climb to the moon, you might find something new. Stand still and you’ll lose the will to do.
The Number 13
My favorite number was 13
Now it’s 6 1/2 because it’s without you
It’s easier to think I’m mad at you
rather then being the almost perfect 2
I’m bad at math
I’m bad at being mad at you
I wish we could go back to you being you
and me being me
wearing separate shoes on separate paths
2 1/2 years has past
Music and Melancholy memories
no longer filled with melodious harmonies
this might be one of those nights
this might be one of those nights
I sprinkle them like salkt
three words, no not “ I love you’s”
but replaced with envelope, vase, and aluminium
I can’t help but to see your face and hear your voice
the ghost I miss the most
like computer screens
oh what kind of dreams
hide in the inbetween
Like systems and missions
they hide our inhibition
like symbols in the sand
slipping through my right hand
the first song I sang to you was ocean blue
but now all I have left of you
is my mind and that will be gone too
9|10|17
reflection & perception
My reflection isn’t perfect
It’ s about visual perception
not skewing your views
Loving yourself as you
Butterflies
The butterflies flock to what is colorfully quiet.
The softness in a flowers voice is like honey on their tongues.
Making them so eager to wake each morning at dawn’s first breath.
Whispering what today’s colors the sonnets will be sung in.
The wind guides them with bliss about their day.
The butterflies daintily dance upwards and across the heavens.
3|17|18 11:07 pm