Month: May 2019

“It Keeps Raining.”

I don’t really mind the rain.
It calms my nerves and helps me sleep.
Plus, it reminds me of you.

Summer winds and winter showers.
Lovers left alone after hours.
He tries to smile, as she does so clearly.
He holds on tight, to her, he cares so dearly.
But time always ends, and things always change.
A happy young man, left standing in the rain.
She’s gone, she left, she hopes for the best
Or so she keeps saying.
He’s hurt, he’s alone, his heart was put to the test.
But inside, deep down inside
It still keeps on raining.

“Bored.”

He stares at an empty sky
Drowning in thoughts of her tonight.
Drunk off lust and affection
In a constant state of intoxication.

She smiled as she cried.
Realizing she meant more to him.
Joy erupted as she shed her tears.
Not knowing his passing whims.
Shook with glee as she held his hand.
Not knowing where inside his head
Where exactly in his heart, she stands.
Flights of affection, shiver in her fragile heart.
While he stares alone at night.
Wishing she’d tear him apart.
He’s done, he’s tired, he’s bored of playing pretend.
She’s broken, she’s used, she’s alone in the end.
She begs, with tears streaming down her face.
As he walks away, looking for someone else to replace.

“Waste of Time.”

A million words reached out and grabbed a thousand hearts.
Strangled and mangled, they put themselves back together.
Reaching out to heal others, forever and ever.

She picked up the scraps, and kept them inside.
Locked in a drawer, sworn always to hide.
Joked as she spoke, of a hobby with ink.
Laughed as she said, “It means nothing to me.”
Wasting her time, on words left unspoken.
A pen left unused, a world oh so broken.
But a world she created, and left locked inside.
A beauty unknown, as they scream and they cry.
“Release us, release us, please let the world see”
“Reflections of you, yes that’s what we are, just let us out, please.”
“The world on this paper, is more than just hobbies of ink”

“One and Two.”

Fell in love, but never together.
Promises broken by threads of “forever.”
Feelings for affection and attention ensue.
As he spoke in a cold voice.
“I’ll enjoy you for the time being too.”

Please just pretend.
That these feelings inside me
Will never, ever end.
Make me believe,
That you’ll always stay.
Tugging on your sleeve
Please don’t go away.
Falling apart, we’re torn at the seams
My heart became stained
While yours remained clean.
I took the blame
As we ran our separate ways.
Running to leave, it started to rain
Raindrops of salt, that washed away the stains.

“Broken Beauty.”

She cried when she spoke of the men who love her.
Tears born of an empty love.
And a heart that pained inside a hollow casket.

Will you be home tonight?
Drifting off by my side?
Or will you be in another’s bed?
Silently slipping through the night instead?
Your hands felt so warm atop my chest.
Your eyes like gems, barely open, as you rest.
Marble skin, and a smile that held so much pain.
As you begged me to keep you sane.
An empty night, no shining stars, just full moon’s light
Will you be home tonight?
Drifting off before my eyes?
Or will you be alone?
Under an empty moon’s light?

“Contrast.”

Without one, the other can not exist.
The concept of love derives from this.
One must rely on the other.
When a perfect balance between two contrasting objects has been achieved,
Only then, can true beauty be revealed.

Sun and Moon, a love with strife.
The Sun, she shines
Breeding love and life.
And as she tires, settling on the other side.
The Moon arrives
To watch over the Sun at night.

“Home.”

Hair once straight, now sits so frayed.
Tireless nights, working till the grave.
Hands once soft, now turned to bone.
And still, within your arms is my only home.

Fairy lights and whiskey sours
A life best lived after hours.
Nicotine on cold night air
As you run your fingers through my hair.
Empty roads and starry nights
A dream so far, yet still in sight.
But rooted to the ground, I still remain.
At least, I was until she came.
But now, alone, I’m on my own, away from home.
Exciting, but still frightening, I think I’ll find my way
I’m sorry Mom.
Your son remains, in yesterday.