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Life PuzzleMy life is a puzzle I have yet to find the time to finish,
it feels like it's going to take an eternity,
I just wish more if it fit together,
it's been left out on the table, pieces scattered, for another day,
wishing somebody would come along and help me sort it out,
and I swear I'll come back and finish it, I'm just a little tired now,
I try and sleep, but my dreams keep me awake, they always keep me awake,
I just breathe in deeply and count the paint drips on the ceiling as if they were stars, making wishes every now and then, finding the constellations in the faux sky,
and every time I look, it's as if someone has rearranged the pieces,
if only they would rearrange my life into something that made sense,
instead of throwing the pieces all around, losing them under unmoved furniture, sticking to the bottoms of shoes and being carried far far away, buried under the lives of others,
but now the clouds don't spell out my emotions anymore,
forever changing c
Woke up in HellI just wanted to go to sleep.
Because I knew that sleeping would mean dreaming. Dreaming meant I could be right there beside him, laughing, smiling, living. Dreaming meant I could see him, hear him, touch him. Dreaming meant I didn't have to wait any longer.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because my paint kept spelling out his name, over and over. Every song serenaded me with his voice. My tears screamed too loud for me to rest, and the smell of his soap lingered on my bed even though he had never been there.
I just wanted to go to sleep.
Because when I did, I would dream of how his hair looked when he just woke up, or when he ran his fingers through it absentmindedly. I would dream of his contagious smile, and the way he calls everybody "dude".
And when I woke from my dream, I would be in hell.
(don't) forgettick tick
imaginary clock in my head.
You are so far away,
and the time goes by so slow,
my head buzzes,
my heart aches,
Why does hope feel so far,
but look so close?
They days drag on,
the cold covers me,
like the snow that falls here,
chills me completely,
Of you and me.
I ache when I wake up,
this pain is so strong,
my fear is real,
End The DistanceThe late night is the worst,
When the house is silent
and everyone has gone to bed
I lie awake
Imagining the curve of your lips,
Or the feel of your skin against mine,
When the empty space
next to me,
Seems to extend
for thousands of miles,
I hate those miles,
In the night,
In the dark,
When I’m all alone,
And I’ve only got memories
to carry me through,
To the next day,
Or the next string of days
that seem to last forever,
but they finally end
With me lying in bed,
Next to you.
Just...YouWhen I say "I miss you" it isn't just words,
Not characters on a blinking screen,
Not shallow motives sent through text,
Shimmering and breaking through invisible spaces,
Navigated by cell phones and computers,
I miss you,
Every second of every day,
Through dreams and daydreams alike,
I suffer everyday,
Suffer from a lack
A lack of you,
Being close enough
Close enough to touch,
I just want to be close to you,
Just come be close to me.
When I say "I miss you" they aren't just words,
A shivering shudder runs through my soul,
Consistently brushing my heart,
Which chases shadows away
With the thought of your presence,
It's an overflowing emptiness,
Having you so far away,
But still it feels the same
when you fill the fractures in me,
Equal bits of completion
Complete the empty void,
Void which is constantly in fluxm,
I just wish you were here.
You complete me
Distance.I wish that when you hugged pillows
they acted like teleportation devices,
And when you clutched yours
It would put me beside you,
I wish my blankets
Were like magic carpets,
And we could use ours
To fly to one another,
I can show you the world,
I wish our computer screens
Would let us reach to one another,
Then I could pull you through
straight into my arms,
I wish we could feel each other
When we clutch pillows and blankets,
And pretend they're each other
So our dreams can somewhat come true,
I can't love you this much baby, and love you from this far.
Happy?When in our eyes
The heavens fall,
falling, falling, falling,
down, falling down,
And shredded clouds softly float,
Like frozen snowflakes to the ground,
colorless cotton candy, cold,
Our sorrows litter these dismal streets,
Like crumbled newspapers filled with yesterday's news,
thrown aside, forgotten 'til another day,
Black and white will not show the red that I bleed,
My scars aren't for you to see,
I will tear my paper heart into tiny pieces,
And dance in the confetti of my despair,
If only you were here,
maybe I wouldn't feel so alone,
I close my eyes and imagine you standing there,
I clamp my fingers around yours,
but when my eyes open, there's just empty space,
and my hand is cold,
frozen like the snowflakes on the ground,
Shivering, I wrap my arms around myself,
pretending you're here
I don't even know what your voice sounds like,
but you make me happy,
I wish knew how to show you I care about you,
that you make me happy,
I want to make you
BetterThe rain streaks past her haunted eyes,
Sliding quickly down the panes of glass,
leaving blurry streaks in her vision,
Mimicking tears sliding down her cheeks,
The thunder growls fiercely overhead,
Echoing the anger and pain in her heart,
Which battles to keep the loneliness at bay,
It wasn't supposed to end like this,
Her eyes flash like lightning in the clouds,
When she hears the phone vibrate on her desk,
An unnatural sound breaking through the storm,
she picks it up, new tears falling like rain,
He tells her goodbye for the last time,
answering, she pleads for him to let he back in,
Into his heart, and into his home once again,
but it's already over,
She begs and pleads, asks for forgiveness,
But his heart won’t forgive her hurtful words,
her spontaneous, selfish actions,
The mind that caused the rift between two souls,
The thunder growls again, and she throws her phone,
It's thud blending in with the thunder,
Going back to her window, holding herself tight,
Watching, but not
Dreams the moon is full.
It shines brightly for two people whose hearts beat as one,
they sleep and dream of each other.
In my life this is what happens between you and me even if we're worlds apart,
When I look up at the moon I see your smile,
When the night winds blows I hear you whisper my name,
When I close my eyes I can feel your arms around me,
hugging me close, enveloping me like the ocean waves,
In my dreams I feel you hold me close,
I wish that I was right there next to you,
I gaze up at the stars with my eyes full of wonder,
curious as to what star you are under,
there isn't one night I don't wish I was with you,
Although I'm terrible at explaining my feelings,
to you I can't deny the unbending feelings I have for you,
We are the same in almost every way,
I have the urge to be by your side forever,
Can you hear the song of the night creatures singing their lullaby for us?
The moon shines on the both of us even though we're miles apart,
but if I close my
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
the crookeven though the white sunlight
is spilling through the blinds
in perfect parallels across my
it will never match
neither the softness of your touch nor
your hot-chocolate warmth.
yesterday you stole the sky.
I wouldn't have noticed if your eyes
weren't as striking blue as the
You know the wordsWhen the written word just isn't enough
What do I do?
This piece of me is crying, screaming
I can't move, I can't breathe
It slams into me when I least expect it
And it brings me down
I'm a pile of red stained glass from the blown-out window, buried just below the topsoil
Wipe of the soot, and there I am
But careful, I am sharp
Please don't let our reds mix.
The written words just aren't enough
And I'm pining for a touch
Not the written ones displayed on this seven inch rectangle of glass
And circuitry, and electricity.
I need the spoken word
The final blows
The nails to the coffin that resides inside my chest
Seal it with a voice
And I will be free.
Rain FireI stood outside in the rain today. I know it sounds cliché, but the steady drumming of raindrops drowned out the beat of my heart.
I've never felt as complete as I did then.
Let's just pretend that I didn't break your heart. I'll bandage my bleeding knuckles and go find that fake smile I wear so well.
I won't be lonely. We'll pretend I'm happy standing outside in the wet; these are raindrops, not tears. I'll give you every excuse I have to offer, and someday when the rain clouds disappear I'll realize that I'm just talking to the sky.
I've run out of words, you know. I can feel it.
When it started raining last night I burned all of my poetry books. Page by page. I can only remember one line:
"I know just how it feels
to think of the right thing to say too late."
When I think of the right words, I'll write them down. And leave them for someone to set on fire.
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