I want to talk to you
I want to know you
but you're far away
hard to reach.
I want to give you my bones, my brain, my heart.
But you are far, even though your so close.
I hardly know you, do I even want you?
These are words from my brain, my thoughts, my feelings, my actions. I say what I want, and write what I need.
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Word Vomit
Some people talk,
just to hear
the sound of their own voice.
A constant Murmur of ciaos and meaningless vowels.
As if their brains shut off for a moment, and let their stomach do the talking.
just to hear
the sound of their own voice.
A constant Murmur of ciaos and meaningless vowels.
As if their brains shut off for a moment, and let their stomach do the talking.
Monday, November 10, 2014
Gone
Why do I constantly obsess over people who leave my life.
You're gone, and looking at pictures of you, and your happy life,
won't make you be apart of mine anymore.
If it was so easy for you to come in and out of my life,
why is it so hard for me to get you out of my brain.
You're gone, and looking at pictures of you, and your happy life,
won't make you be apart of mine anymore.
If it was so easy for you to come in and out of my life,
why is it so hard for me to get you out of my brain.
Awake
I remember being wide awake
and thinking.
thinking about everything.
The stars, the sky,
things that didn't make sense to me.
human existence, how one person could withhold so much beauty.
Why some people can't just tell you how they really feel, or how
math is so difficult, how there could be another person in the world
who looks oddly familiar to you. Like a twin, or a close cousin.
Why being stressed makes you lose your hair, or deprive you of your
nature hair color, causing the strands to turn light grey.
How looking into the eyes of a cat, gives you an odd sense that
the eyes you're peering into once belonged to someone else, now
that soul is forced to live its existence in another body.
But maybe that's how we all live, waiting to be done with this body
so that maybe we can relive our faults in another.
I guess you could call in sleep deprivation.
I call it an imagination.
I hold mine very close, and hope it never slips away.
and thinking.
thinking about everything.
The stars, the sky,
things that didn't make sense to me.
human existence, how one person could withhold so much beauty.
Why some people can't just tell you how they really feel, or how
math is so difficult, how there could be another person in the world
who looks oddly familiar to you. Like a twin, or a close cousin.
Why being stressed makes you lose your hair, or deprive you of your
nature hair color, causing the strands to turn light grey.
How looking into the eyes of a cat, gives you an odd sense that
the eyes you're peering into once belonged to someone else, now
that soul is forced to live its existence in another body.
But maybe that's how we all live, waiting to be done with this body
so that maybe we can relive our faults in another.
I guess you could call in sleep deprivation.
I call it an imagination.
I hold mine very close, and hope it never slips away.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Desperate
Why do I fall in love
with every guy I see
who gives me a second glance,
or a smile
a nod
am I really so desperate
as to fall in love with anyone?
with every guy I see
who gives me a second glance,
or a smile
a nod
am I really so desperate
as to fall in love with anyone?
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