concentration

Metallic love

I can't focus... it's getting to me, more each day.. 

my thoughts stretch like clay, & unfortunately mold me, here & there.. 

I wish so much for you to of been able to stay.

was it really mean't to be this way..?

cause I surely feel unsatisfied.. 

comfort is something we all crave.. 

but you were like security to me, & I watched it all get ripped away..

what a waste of a night.. what a realization, I couldn't fight..

 

I miss you more then the depths of the ocean go deep..

some nights like this.. I have trouble trying to sleep.. 

we yearn, we learn.. forever burn...

tables turn..

I want to take back so much i've said..

because they were useless particles floating around in my head..

6 months pass.. everything falls to ash but the memories.. 

 

fuck me for letting other opinions get in the way of my true heart..

fuck them for denying love.. as if they really knew.

sorry I can seem like a rainbow of emotions.. or a bleak cloudy day.. 

but I can promise much sunshine after being drenched in such heavy rain.. 

 

will another 6 months make a difference..?

or would it just be a whole year spent needing you..

it's not like I can't live... or breathe without you..

but it's to the point I really just don't want to... 

sorry about getting "distracted".. 

I don't excpect you to still feel like you need me,

want, love or care about me.. 

though I feel all the same & even more.

 

this incense continues to coil... & I could watch it for hours.

as i'm thinking.. when I die.. would this all of passed right before my eyes?

I want to know that instead of sitting here, waiting..

hoping, wondering.. not knowing.. 

instead, I'll get to see you smile again..

that for me, would never ever be a waste of time.

at least i'd know that's what I did with my last bit of life.

 

I don't know if I have the power anymore to get you to laugh without trying..

or the privilege of being on your mind... 

when I take my last breath, please tear this heart out of my chest..

put it in a jar.. keep it preserved.

if you go first.. i'll remember your wish, if it's still what you'd want.

i'll hold onto yours too.. even though it's no longer beating..

always I will love you.. through my hands this blood is seeping..

like treasure... from the chest.

metallic love..  

Author's Notes/Comments: 

3.12.13..

My Head Is A-Spinning

Folder: 
My thoughts

My head is a-spinning,
and it feels like a top
that a child has just
discovered how to use.

When I focus on something
for a very long time,
my head can start hurting,
and everything I've been learning,
begins to pound against my head.

My head is a-spinning,
like a dog that
is chaseing
their tail,
going round and round.

I try my best to understand
so that it will be
stored in my brain,
but I can't always keep it there!

My head is a-spinning,
like a child outside,
spinning around
and around,
before letting themself
fall into the grass.

Then, when
the school year
is comming closer
to being done,
it's so much harder
to keep my mind on track!

My head is a-spinning,
like a hellicoptor seed,
spinning wildly on
its way down from a tree branch.

Yes, my head spins sometimes,
when I'm trying too hard
to understand something.
When I've been learning all day.

My head starts a-spinning
when these things are going on,
and including many more things,
but then, I say,
this poem would be way too long!
So this is the last line!

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is just a poem about how my head feels when school is stressful or when things just feel overwellming!
Please let me know what you think!