I won't give you the cold shoulder, 'cause being without you will only make me colder. I'll keep it nice and warm for you, so you can cry on it anytime you want. Please don't think I'll do anything to push you away, I just need you close, but I don't know how to make you stay. It seems when I open my mouth, the wrong words come out. I never know ( Read more... )

So, I just wrote a poem on my way home from school ( Read more... )

And, as I stare into your eyes, they stare blankly into mine, looking for my soul, but finding nothing in me. 'Cause you took it all, you took me from myself. And, your eyes are mine, staring back at me, looking in the mirror, it's you I see. You took away my heart, and you stole my bitter moods. You stole my gestures and my old t-shirts. But, you ( Read more... )

Awaiting SunsetIt’s a surprise the sun rises anymore when you’re not here ( Read more... )

GiftYou’re atop my monitor staring down at me through that bow ( Read more... )

Mouse In A MazeLet’s start over ( Read more... )

FlushedNostalgia's struck and I'm just stuck thinking 'what the fuck ( Read more... )

I really like this poem... Not what it's about. Just how it's put together. How it sounds... And, it's one of my story-esque poems...

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( Mutilated Thoughts Left Pooled On The Floor (Let Me In) )

Something I wrote on the way home.

( Untitled, so far... )

Well, since words seem to be failing me lately, making me a failure, I'm going to bed where I can get out of my head. Or go deeper down and try to undersatnd what's making me frown. Or I can just dream... dream of what i need. no dream of what I want. what I've not. dream the dreams of the wishful thinker. and think the things of the pissed off ( Read more... )