Collection of Poems from My 20s. |
583 Miles My heart feels tender Now that you're asleep My eyebrows furrow Emotions run deep So many nights Just normal scenes So many nights Spent joined through screens I take you for granted Just go through the motions I take them for granted With uncaring notions Your smile's an image Your embrace a ghost 'I love you' from Texas While you sleep by the coast. Early Elegy My best friend with long red hair born into cruelty with life unfair parents scarred you, your friends betrayed but I’m a person that you saved year after year I've seen you lessen I hope they fucking learn their lesson how they took your light and snuffed it out but if they will… I fucking doubt and now I watch you fade away as time passes day to day memories fly by and I cannot cope I know you feel there is no hope the idea cuts me to the bone two states away I whisper alone that in my heart you’ll always thrive and all I ask, please stay alive it’s all I want, it’s all I can say and that I wish I could find a way a way to keep you here one more day to keep the sadness you feel at bay it's all I want, it's all I ask a heavy, daunting, tiresome task just please stay through another day there’s got to be another way 3 AM Nightmare of sleep Air hiss relief Still can't hear my screams You won't wake up Purple and orange Spreading across your face Don't leave me now God please please no Come back I need you Anything but this Fetishist So you pick the game And I'll play along You write the lyrics And I'll sing your song The question I have Is still burning strong What is it I want? And what answer's wrong? An Ambien Addict's Lament I wish I'd never found The mansion in my shoe Or the garden in my bed I should have ignored the shadow voices And never fed my head Who, Not What I am made by pain and joy Not defined by girl or boy These sex characteristics are secondary to me Not defining who I am or will be I am a person and it's not much But a person's a person and that's enough Painting the Roses Red ...for my sister Sweet child Was it all my fault? I caught you red handed Or so I had thought When there's nothing but dark A light doesn't matter So you grew lonely, lost, and oh so much sadder I wish you the best My dear white rose You cannot be blamed For the escape that you chose Not How I Know Me I don’t want to be a man I can no longer be a girl There is nothing I can be That gets into this world A body is a body And nothing more than that Still I wish I could convince my brain To just accept this fact But when I look in the mirror I don't know who I see The person who looks back at me Is not how I know me Paper These papers paint a picture I'm trying not to see Because the picture that they paint Is one they paint of me I Love You I can be pretty, dressed up for you Lovely and sweet, good through and through And I can be ugly, so ugly too Inside and out and in the things that I do The mirror is no gauge, that face is a lie Changing and changing as each day goes by But sometimes it's pretty, and I can be too Or at least I can feel it, when I'm facing you |