Misery Loves Company
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Misery loves company,
don't you know?
And pain, it demands to be felt.
Dear LoverDear Lover,
I thank you for all you have done.
For all of your efforts for me.
You are my one.
My one and only,
I need no other,
for dear lover,
you stand above any other.
You've shown me what it is to be happy
and how it is to feel cared for.
You've shown me what it means to be free.
Dear lover I promise
You mean the world to me.
UntitledYou think your petty words will make me dance?
Or that you can keep me in a trance?
Talking crap all about me.
You're not the man I thought you'd be.
Honestly, you're not a man at all.
Only children try to make others feel small.
Real men don't cheat and lie.
Little boys are the ones who make people want to die.
Too long did I let you rule my life.
Too long did I think you were protecting me from strife.
But I've realized something new.
The cause of my pain was only you.
For no other reason was I really depressed.
For no other person did I get so stressed.
For no other cause did I always cry.
For no one else did I have the urge to die.
Now I know you never loved me.
You are clearly incapable of that, I see.
To think I thought you were worth crying for.
Don't you get it now? You're merely a bore.
What's more, you blamed it all on me.
But you're the only one whom in me can the fault see.
I never cheated, and I never lied.&
UntitledI always looked up to you,
always defended you.
I tried to have faith in you,
but you proved you were too
good to be true.
But I never expected you to stoop
so low and accuse me of lies.
When all I ever told anyone
was the story of my side.
It's not til now that I realize
that you were never in love.
You were the one that lied.
I was only ever a toy.
And don't even deny it.
Your words and actions have shown the truth.
You had a girl who would've done
anything you asked.
But its nice to know you never cared.
So I can move on just fine.
Honestly I don't need you
so don't be so arrogant.
Remember, you were hardly
there for me anyways.
You weren't there when I
But here's the thing,
now you're gone
and a weight has been lifted.
You call me suffocating,
I call you abusive.
Always doing what you wanted.
You always scolded me.
Treated me like a child.
But hey, I like someone new.
Someone who cares, un
UntitledIs it bad that I find it funny
how people come and go?
They walk right into your life
only for a part of the show.
They make you think you're important
and that they really care.
But when you need them most,
they're never there.
What's worse is thinking they're your friend
and talking to them all day.
But then they stop and disappear,
clearly having nothing to say.
You ask if you did something wrong,
but the answer is always no.
And yet when you need someone,
away from you they go.
Or then you have the "friends"
who lie right to your face.
They put on an act and wear a mask
and try to put you in your place.
They cheat and lie
and they try to make you feel small.
And then convince you
they'll catch you when you fall.
But of course they don't
and you're left all alone
feeling hopeless and desperate
without a place to call home.
You grow more tired
until you break
and the fallen pieces
are more than you can take...
Imperfectly PerfectImperfectly Perfect
Two different colors:
black and white.
Two different directions:
left and right.
Two different feelings:
chaotic and quiet.
Two different types:
controlling and a riot.
We're imperfectly perfect
and it confuses me so.
Not sure how we're working
but I don't wanna go.
It's both painful and peaceful
and imperfectly perfect.
But baby, let me tell you,
it's totally worth it.
UntitledSometimes I feel
like my cries can never be heard.
Just screaming into the darkness
only to have silence echo back.
No one notices.
No one hears.
They tell you they care.
That they're always gonna be there.
But I know one day
They'll walk away.
And then I'll be here alone again.
Fighting to stay alive.
Trying hard to survive.
Because of Him...Because of Him...
Can't wrap my mind around what's going on...
Nothing makes sense anymore...
Everything appears to be
If it weren't for him...
I think I would've lost it by now.
Surrounded by so much chaos;
the stress makes my
Barely holding on, I grasp his hand
and he pulls me to his chest.
There's no safer place than that.
He's the only thing keeping me sane.
The only reason I'm still here.
He's the only I haven't given up.
Always reminding me that I'm
And I can't thank him enough
for everything that he's done.
For going through hell and back with me
and never leaving...
never giving up...
and always loving...
Bad HabitsBad Habits
We all have fatal flaws,
the ones that send us spiraling downward
and make it so hard to get back up.
These bad habits that are constantly raging
within our minds.
Maybe it's time I confronted mine...
Looking back on past pains and unwanted memories
are a foolish thing to do.
We cannot change the past
for we must live in the present.
But how can one live
when the haunting traces of months ago never cease?
It gets to the point where you want to push
everyone away even though you want nothing more
than for them to hold you close.
You stop trusting those who truly care for you
and you become buried in a depression
that seems like it cannot be lifted.
No one seems to understand how you feel.
You get scolded and guilt tripped,
the things that you're terrified of.
You're constantly watching for those who would
dare try to manipulate you
or shove your face in the dirt and make you grovel.
You become so scared that you break down at random times.
You feel like you're losin
Ode to AflackOde to Aflack
Dear Aflack, my fine poetic friend,
I cannot see why you cannot just accept your name.
It is a name, of such power,
you do not see the beauty that is your name.
Oh what glorious rays of joy
does your name send forth.
So how, my friend, can you hate it so?
Please...love your name.
It is the only one you have.
On losing a friend(it did not end in tears.)
I could give you armfuls of oceans, great
mountain ranges wrapped in silver bows,
a coral reef gleaming like a sapphire chain
but you will always ask for a dormant volcano
and a star you can hold in your palm.
And I have tried to be that star, have tried to
combust bright enough, shrink small enough
but it is never enough for you. You kiss my
mouth with those carmine lips and swallow my
heartbeat with your gentle laugh and I glow
I glow and you go you go you go on stringing
me along a trail of crumbs, making me forget
that I am starving myself for your table scraps.
I could press the slats of pre-dawn light into your
answering machine, could fold dust columns that
fall between venetian archways into your bedsheets,
could hang the lost jewels of jaguar fangs clattering
above your dreamcatcher and you would only ask for
a dormant volcano and a brittle sea-salt glass wave.
And I have tried to capture the tides and I have tried
to blow glass but my hands are clum
The GardeniasI told you I had wildflowers growing in my veins
and you thought it was quaint,
so when I took shears to my jugular -
you wouldn’t help me cut them out.
You thought I’d be opheliac
if they bloomed, splashing white
into my already paling wrists.
Maybe you thought the perfume would purify me
and being a tragic heroine
would be better than just being tragic.
Their roots choked out my heart and
to my blood
as I died,
drowning in the after-effects of Pretty,
all I could hear
was you telling me that you loved
that I had Gardenias in my eyes.
JudgmentCapricious, erratic creatures,
You observe the likeness of unknown features,
Condemning, curving your mouth with disdain
For the decorum of oneself shall obey your malicious reign.
The abomination you painted in your narrow mind,
Was no more than an eccentric brother yet to find
Utter compliance you seek,
Yet of vain dejection you only reek.
The enmity that guides your every line
Is but poison you gulped instead of light so divine.
Depart from the ignorance that compels you,
Underneath the deception lies all that is true.
DarknessThe disease came in the form of quiet, loving destruction.
It pulled me out to sea,
Waves crashing in on me from all directions.
It planted lilies in my throat.
Until I choked on
Roses and chrysanthemums.
It made my mind my own personal head stone.
Nothing but polluted words
The flowers made it sound so playful and innocent when I said,
'I am better off dead.'
You rage wars.
Tugging at the skin underneath my eyes.
Of a once friendly stranger's goodbyes.
Quiet and loving.
You made me fall in love with the velvet of your darkness.
The way you cloaked yourself around me.
You gave me the piercing control of a knife.
'Death isn't a disease. It is a solution.'
A solution to the dark abyss.
Nags at the back of my skull.
It makes my eyes dull.
The darkness loved my light.
It loved it so much,
It was a parasite.
It stole my sun.
Now I am just a super nova
Collapsing in on itself,
Until I, myself, become the black hole.
A Letter to My Best FriendA letter to my best friend, for when he is feeling badly
When your sunny skies turn to thunder clouds.
When you can't hear your own thoughts
Over rumbling drum rolls of thunder.
I will be the umbrella to protect you
From the freezing rain.
I'd set my bones aflame
Watch them spark and burn.
I'd turn my soul into a Bon fire
Just to keep you warm.
I'd catch fire flies like stars.
I would keep them in a jar
And give them to you.
Because you light up the dark of the night sky.
When I am feeling blue
You are the one that helps me get through
The murk of my lonely thoughts.
And sometimes, I don't feel like you see yourself clearly.
I wish you could see you
The way I do.
I see you in the stars
You talk about them so fondly.
Every constellation reminds me of you.
I wonder if you are made of cosmos.
Such chaotic, pure energy,
I see you in the rain.
You are cold
I'd dance to the music of your soft,
Pitter- patter melody.
I see you in the air I breathe.
Because you are the thing
Fairy Tale GirlFairy tale little girl.
She wears a crown upon her head,
And befriends the monsters under her bed.
She sings songs to birds.
But no one ever heard
Her cries when the castle walls came tumbling down.
Real world little girl.
She weaves herself a fantasy inside her mind.
Hoping to find
The same peace from when she was young.
And she's like water colors.
So soft, and easily washed away.
She is the soft blues in the morning of a new day.
I found her hiding within her tower.
Far above the real world below.
She is so broken but never lets it show,
So desperate for some fairy tale ending.
She asked me quietly one day,
'Do you think the world will ever be like my story books?'
I thought for a moment before replying,
'In order to survive there are some bad things you have to overlook.'
'The world is grey.'
I heard her say one day.
As if accepting the odd mixture of good and bad.
Her voice sounded happy and sad,
All at once.
As she ripped away the last page
In her story book.
Your feelings are validI once read
that a teaspoon of matter
from a black hole
can weigh thousands of tons
so think about that
when someone tells you
your problem is no big deal
it may not look
like you have the weight of the world
upon your shoulders
but it sure can feel like it.
The Rogue FactorRise, fall, get up, stumble and run
it's getting harder to catch a breath
in this cloud of scorching lies you've shoved me in.
Stop right there, I am not following you again
you, the one who held a scythe to my throat,
had only brought me closer to a death I didn't cry for.
It's a price I've paid for having faith in
you, the one with blooming roses
and stinging, poisonous thorns.
Whose dreams was I chasing?
Were they yours, mine or
were they the illusions of a distant fall?
Heaven and Hell crossed at your feet
but you took the wrong turn and blindly led the way,
straight into a fire that welcomed me with open arms.
Doubt someone like you can atone,
you, the one with a habit of tearing souls.
Yet here I stand, and fight
against you, once and for all.
I grew tired of letting you take control.
I found a strength in a goal you can't claim,
my life and my work are no longer yours.
Hope shines bright you monster,
I'm not going to be a victim,
I'm not holdi
Eighteen Years OldTwenty years old, and unhappy with the world.
Twenty years old and threatening teenage girls.
Twenty years old and unsure of who you are.
Twenty years old and hiding behind keys
and a space bar.
At twenty years old, your anger gets the best of you,
at twenty years old, I'd hate to be you.
At eighteen years old, I feel sorry for you,
despite the amount of agony you've put me
Because the one who is the giver of your life
criticizes your appearance and your size.
Despite talking, and the gawking,
and all in between,
I know you're just a poor man suffering.
But you're twenty years old, and you should
You're twenty years old,
and you'll never understand this letter.
Fifteen years old, with the mind of a toddler.
Fifteen years old, and though I'm writing this,
I shouldn't even bother.
Fifteen years old, and you're already a professional stalker,
you're toxic, your disgusting, and a suicide blogger.
Fifteen years old, and life is a game, you can ruin people,
play with pe