Left.I have neither hearth nor home.Time nor gold.This world has taken much from me.But what I do have.Is you.
The moment.Some might say.That in that moment we were infinite.But I do not believe so.In that moment, there was only me.And there was only you.And thats all I needed.
UntitledI fear the hands that ink these words shall end my life.But will all my heart I hope to continue to see you.So with these words I shall try and redeem.These hands of their predetermined deed.
tattooedYour smile is a work of art.Got your name tattooed across my heart.
LoveFluttering, floating softly in the air.Taken to and fro by the breeze.Locations seen that could no be believed.Till the wind grabs and shreds.
Six word poemFor you, my everything. I would.
Scraps CombinedThe monsters in my head are throwing a party.And I'm not invited.They've got me trapped. in my skinAnd I'm not sure if I'll ever be me again.I'll pound on the walls of this cage.I'll not stop till you know my despair.I'll make these words till my heart breaks.I'll shape these thoughts till I feel safe That you know how much I care.The space between us is cavernous.But I wouldn't have anything less.Yes I have this cellular phone.But I've never felt so alone.You're nothing but an instant away.But I know your so far from me.
TrappedNow it may seem that sadness is all I am.But I can promise it is only the penultimate.There is only love in my mind if you went to open it.It is not all I am, but agony as always is enough to condemn,A person, a being trapped by their own fragile little mind.To be crushed and pushed down by the world around you.And you grew up thinking "That they wouldn't do this. It can't be true"Through my pain I will still do I can to be kind.
Because I never lost the memories.You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness.My longing for you has gone on so long.To imagine me without it would be madness.I always imagined you were to far gone.Now do I reply? What do you say?When happiness is a step away.Behind a door.But behind that door.Could be despair just as easily.How do I step forward,When It could snap the only string,that's keeping me together.
Gentlemen, if she's drunkGentlemen, if she’s drunkif she’s had too much to drinkif her cup is spillingand her cheeks are now bright pink.If she claims that she wants youto embrace her and hold her tightif she grabs you and muttersthat this very moment is right.Then leave her,keep your distance.A drunk woman is a snaketo a man who wants to help.Put a hand on her, you’llsee what I mean.if you see her at the barto tipsy to keep herself steadythen be the better manand leave when you’re ready.Don’t offer help,don’t take her homejust ignore her criesfor you not to leave her alone.She may be a girl you metwhen drinking your sorrows awayor your loving girl friendwhose parents were out for the day.But you have no idea sir,what a drunk girl can do,if you just want to help hershe’ll ruin you.You may not have touched herbut you put her in you carnext morning the copsasked why you took her from the bar.And she’s crafted a storyso confused an
JealousyMy heart is upside down,back to front,inside out.It´s skipping beats.My mind is in a turmoil,wants to rant and rave,scream and shout,I want to hide,retreat.I love you and I hate you, simultaneously.I can´t trust you anymore .Tell me how can this be?This green eyed monster has me in its grip.My over-whelming emotions are driven to the tip.Then irrational behaviour is the order of the day,logic and reason get ignored and pushed away.I pinch myself again and again. It´s me alone causing all this pain.I imagine they see you like I do, I know what they´re feeling, I feel it too.They´re undressing you with all their eyeing,they want you badly there´s no denying.You reassure me over, time and again. It´s me that you love but when will this end.I know I am causing so much heartache and it´s ruining our life.You tell me it´s my lack of confidence that´s causing all this strife.Please stay and talk it out with me,until the bitter
Well Fuck You TooI'll give a middle finger to the world,And show you my dark side.I'll never give you a pretty smile,Never again will I try to hide.You've ruined my teenage dreams,But I wont let you ruin my pride.I've woken up and cant be calmed,I have a demon deep inside.Don't you tell me to calm down,I've been calm for too long.I have the right to raise my voice,I will sing my own song.You go ahead and try to stop me,Tell me that I'm wrong.Go ahead and try to silence me,But I wont stay where I don't belong.Scream at me, tell me I'm crazy,Don't you think I know already?Scream at me, tell me I'm crazy,But I've got a dream holding me steady.Swing at me, make things hazy,Don't worry about me, I know I'm ready.Swing at me, make things hazy,But I've got a dream holding me steady.
Bad HabitI think I was your drink of fine wine,only used when needed from time to timeI'd get you tipsy, as stars collideYour drunk, slurred wordsblending in with mine(I couldn't even comprehendwhen you said it wouldn't happen again)I think I was your cigarette breakwhen anxiety filled,from me, you'd takeOne puff here, and one puff there(I could barely hearwhen you said, "I'm sorry, dear")I think I was your line of cocaine,thinking I'd be there to ease your painI'd bring you higher,head suspended in clouds(So I knew it was fake,when you said, "It was my mistake")I think I was your bad habit,and ignorantly, you were mineYou continue to relapse, my dearBut rest assured:I won't this time.
It's not easy being a guyYou may think without a doubt,in the depths of your mind,That it's easy being a male,but let me tell you, that's a lieDo you know how it feels,to reach societies expectations,and if you fail to do so,must give everyone an explanation?Or the pain you feel,when walking with a group of friends,and a lone girl walks by,and you stare at her instead.Not because you lust over her,or because she's revealing,put because she has beauty,like an angel in the clearing.But you must want to rape her,or call her a slut,and because of wishful thoughts,you have the right to be punched in the gut.And what's the point of compliments,when they come from your heart,you're obviously being sexist,wasn't that your intention for the start?Do you know how it feels,to be raped and feel meaningless,but to be shunned by society,And blamed for feeling so senseless.You are a guy,“strong proud and tall”you're not a girl,so it doesn't matter at all.That is painful,to hear an
My Doctor.You were my firstI fell in, immersedA world of excitementall anewI smile, extaticYou were fantasticYou were my heartsilly, but smartMake time slowI don't want you to goYou always told meAllons-yIt took some timeI must admitAt first I thoughtYou wouldn't fitBut now I miss it's truewhen the Doctor was youSo before you goI hope you knowYou put on quite a showGeronimo!
Love is not made, gained.
LoveLove is not made, gained.Love is not even earned or won.Love just simply is.