Writings from an insomniac.
The words that you told me
Wear at me, slowly
Three hugs and away you
Take steps, greatly
Widen the distance between
A concrete chest
To always hold in what’s suppressed
A calming inside me
Waiting to rupture, leaves me
Zoned out to thoughts of
Removing a white dress
Because I always knew what it meant
We said it in silence
With actions still prevalent
But never to actually take steps
In my direction, no matter my attempts
So I’ll dress up nicely,
You’ll hug me tightly, more than politely,
Tell me you love me
And I’ll crumble completely
I choke up, so slightly
But swallow the fire on my tongue
To hug you back and say you look lovely
And I meant it more than sincerely.
I’ll remember those nights
The warm November nights
When I thought it was loving
You were really - just leaving.
The steps we take, don’t erase
Keep watching your step
Don’t get hurt bad,
But if you make it out with scars
You did something damn right
With each lift of your limbs
From the concrete
Decide how to place your agile feet
Tell yourself to pace yourself,
But if you’re needed at point B
And you stay stagnant,
You’re making bores for future sores
To fill and make you feel hollow
So don’t wait, run.
mgthatisme said: Will you ever publish a book/Ebook with your poetry?
No, unfortunately, that is long overdue, and I would love to do that soon.
Anonymous said: would you tell us which poems are about which girls? (without telling us who the girls are) like poem 1, 2, 3, are about girl a, etc
I have a lot of poems, so that’s a rather large request to fill, so I’ll do my most recent 10 poems and we’ll call it even. If you want more, or are curious about other poems, just ask.
Girl A: Sunrise Dancing
Girl B: Thoughts of Missing You, Salty Lips, 3.16.14, Unexposed
Girl C: A Warm November Night
General Poems: Whatever Was, Will Be, Speak Slow, Unstitched Words, Coffee Cup.
A blurry photo
Mess of hair looking out the window
New knowledge of how to push buttons
Push my buttons, pull you up
Looking up, looking down
My heart rate looks like the rim of a crown
But I feel like the shoes of a clown
Bury my head in sound
Sing it out loud
Be you until the sun goes down
Awning outstretched to cover you,
But it’s not the cover overhead to see me through
It’s better to protect my blindside from you
But I didn’t like I always do.
I was drowning in the words you’d sew
And much like my own, I felt at home
Walking around under lamps of light
Just to know I’ll be alone for the rest of the night.
Stop at the door,
Sigh and I’m a ghost
Take my hand off the handle and float through,
Eyes droop to the floor for more nights lacking sleep
Keeping meek and climbing peaks,
Vibrant and vacant
To the cupboard I drink cold liquid
Wishing the taste was more descriptive,
But only dull and sour to fresh breath
Tell me more walls, about the silence you keep,
I think you’d have some words to tell if you had the outlet
About unstitched words making their way to my room
Before I could sense the leaving taking place in a cocoon,
Wake me when I’m better, more handsome, and can fly
Because I can’t seal these lips with bitterness.
Words of stone
They will hit hard, be loud and be heard
Not be dimmed down to low lit faces
Matches lit by accusing hands will burn fingertips
Faster than burning the writers’ wrist
Lift and twist, but I won’t insist,
Rationalize and erase what it means to be a man,
What I am. A man.
I won’t hide, I’ll send words to chests’
Even with the chance of being tossed into the abyss,
I’ll jump to save them, to save myself
I’ve done it before, I’ll do it again,
Barely squeaking by, by the top of my skin.
Anonymous said: Is the nikon fm2 a good fun camera?
I haven’t used the fm2, I have and F3 and I love it.
If I want to write something, I’ll write it. If I want to say something, I’ll speak up and let you know. If I want to do something, then hell, I’ll give it my best shot to do it, even if the result is unsuccessful (usually I have success though, recently). I won’t hide what I want to be seen, and I won’t let anything be placed in a place where it can be stripped down to nothingness.
Anonymous said: You are my as absolute favorite blog. Please never stop writing.
You’re my favorite anon, thank you. I will forever strive to keep writing as an outlet and try to share the words I write.
I swore at the moon tonight
It slapped me in the face and told me
"Get your head on straight, alright?"
To this day, I feel diminished
The light inside me cracked
I could even feel the disconnect
Between skin and bones
Pulling the plug from my iris light.
Not blind, but unseeing
Of the positivity flowing around me
It was freeing, yet withholding
Of the things I saw in recent dreams.
So I’ll slide down to the ray of light
Casted down from little light shown
To the scene where I free my fears
Now I say, “Moonlight, you were right.”
Where did the time go?
I feel as though I’ve been moving real slow
The leaves are changing, but I am staying
Consistent with the autumn tides.
The air is cool, my body - warm
We sway with the wind - it blows
To give me rest
From stress kept on distant shores.
So take me to another place
Take flight into the distant space
I’m learning to move on so I can grow
Escape from things I call unknown
So catch the moment, you won’t erase
Don’t let it go easily
Between two extremes
Of happy and sad
I hope you’ll understand.
She said, “Speak slow,
My mind is still processing
The last beautiful thing you said.”
So I spoke words of clarity
In her ear, told her all the things
I wanted her to hear.
It drives me crazy how you have the complete option with me to be comfy, to be calm, to be adventurous and yet still, I hold defeat. I’ve been alone for two years, barely letting any waves have way in my day. Meaning, I haven’t had anyone captivate this head that would be worth me sinking like lead. Dramatic at best, I think of the best days with you in a sundress, but with that fading, I let my head get lost in thoughts of you elsewhere, away from where I am. I know I can’t fully captivate you, at least, not yet. I dream in daydreams, and you dream in coffee beans and Mac and Cheese. It only makes sense for you to wander, you belong to the World, not to some boy wanting to destroy the lonely side of his world, even if that’s all he’s felt.