lost
Ghost ship
The good moments lost like a ghost ship at sea.
Roots
Help it.
Can you
help it?
Falling when there’s
no ground to stand on.
Catch me.
Will you
catch me?
I can’t promise
I will trust enough to
fall even close to where you are.
Remember.
I
remember.
Once I was
nowhere near
touching the world
but I knew more than ever
it was there.
Two steps.
I take
two steps
down.
I look back.
I meant to climb up.
I meant to be
closer to the peak than
the roots.
Where are
my roots?
You hold them
in
your hands.
Broken
If love is happiness
then why do we look for love
just to risk being in pain.
you lose yourself
Your heart and your brain.
They teach us everything in school
but they forgot about love.
Cause everything we do is never
Enough.
Everything is perfect for a moment
You don't realise how much of you
Is falling.
You do everything to please the person
But then they cut u off, for no reason.
Wish someone would point me to the right one
It would be easier than playing with my own
Thoughts.
Bluebird
She is the bluebird
And I am a pigeon
I’d not find it hard
To make a decision
She is the violet
And I am a burr
You pick her up
And pick me from your shirt
She is the statue
And you are the traveler
If we are the thread
Then she’s the unraveller
Fall
October's raring to get us high on sugar
with temperature falling
In an elevating freight elevator
I overheard a conversation between two adults
behind their ragged full grown beard
which could hide their faces
but failed to hide their
childish love for colorful things
They were discussing if
skittles were even considered candies.
Bend and Break
I can't let anyone inside,
they keep trying to stay in stride,
with me they fall behind,
I don't know myself and what I'll find.
It all hurts now,
it throbs away inside every day.
The pain is physical now,
it won't end unless I can say...
that I am done,
that I have control,
that I won't let it rule my world,
no, not anymore.
It's not easy,
to bend and not to break,
I wish you could see me,
that this is more than I can take.
To Write
To write
as I do
Is a seemingly hard
thought process
made easy
by words
written together
is an abstract
sort of way
to fill the readers mind
with mystery
Part sentence
Part phrase
which creates the illusion
of truth
Within these mysteries
is who I am
The words aren't difficult
and the structure
is simple
Look beyond
what you read
and you'll find
me.
I Don't Know How It Goes
What do I write about?