Of all the insults you've thrown
"Soft" has hurt the most.
To hear that the years of love and laughter
That carved the lines in my cheeks
Were a weakness
Wounds me as much as the slaps you endured
At the hands of people far less soft than I.
In a moment my pain will pass, I know
And pity will set in
At how sad it is that you were raised
To see compassion as a flaw.
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Day 3/14
Everyone loves the fall, it seems
But nobody ever thinks
About the tragedy befalls
Every fallen leaf
Their blood has been sucked out of them
Like a vampire with it's prey
And their bodies tumble helplessly
Like rain on a chilly day
And that crunching noise you love so much
When you tread upon the leaves?
You're stomping on their skeletons
And crushing skulls beneath your feet.
Armed only with paper
And pensive looks
Ink in my veins
Blood in my books
Tears staining a blank page
I do not live to write
Instead I find the opposite
When inspiration strikes
The mountain mist
(And the paleness of its shroud)
Is a constant reminder
(In the darkness of my thoughts)
Of how much I really
(Unknowingly, but undoubtedly)
Missed you
We could run away
and live life for the chase
Never looking back
Pretending it's a race
Are we being followed?
No, but that is half the fun
I need to get away from here
And i want you to come
Whatever tries to find us
Will have to eat our dust
So lets just run away, babe
And find a better 'us'
The rising storm
And the tumultuous sea
Of gray and green
Cannot be mightier
Than our love
And the sun
I miss the person I was when I wrote poetry. I looked at the world like a love letter addressed to me from something greater, and lately I need that kind of hope in my life.
I will write one poem a day for two weeks in hopes to build a habit and rediscover my spark!
I lost my phone
I lost my keys
I ponder if it would be easier
To hide where nobody
Could find me
Too?
I dream of you. I didn't see your hair or your eyes, but I still knew it was you. I could feel you, even if we were a thousand worlds apart. You are the purest soul- the one I long to rest within, even when everything else fades
No matter who you are on the outside, I will love what is within. Always.
Like how language
Gets jumbled over time,
We became two mouths
Tangled in our misery.
Each meaning the same thing
Yet unable to comprehend
The other.
Are we not both proclaiming love
But losing the feeling
By the tossing and turning
Of borrowed time?