I used to intentionally miss the bus top at my house, just so that i could hang out with some friends. We would climb a huge tree, where later, we ended up building a tree house… we used to compare genitals there… *sigh* those were the days… so innocent… yet full of nudity… LMAO
you can’t fix people,
you just can’t save them.
you can’t glue back the pieces,
nor can you rearrange them.
you can’t teach what cant be shown,
cuz they will never learn the lesson,
because the happiness is blown,
and everything ends in depression.
everything that’s ever mattered,
has always walked right out the door,
its all blown apart and shattered,
and it leaves you wanting more.
all our parents and our teachers,
have imaginary power.
all our coworkers and preachers.
aren’t worth a single hour.
its vicious and repeating
and its source just cant be found
my energy is depleting
and nobody is around.
My mind is always hurting,
my heart is under attack.
this poetry is ending, roll credits,
and fade to black.
It is always around 3am that I start to miss you the most. I no longer am in the same house, and therefore, i can no longer look at my window and wait for you. I close my eyes and there i am. Back in my old bed. lying on the covers. listening, waiting. afraid to breath for fear i might miss it. then there it is. Tap Tap. My heart races. You are here. and that is all I need. I can open the window, and everything is fine, cuz you can hold me and sleep there so peacefully and perfectly, and You are mine till the sun comes up, and you have to run back home. I hold you, and know that i cant open my eyes, cuz then i am not in my bed anymore… and you are gone…
Late at night, i feel the spikes,
cold air of the night
the loneliest plight
and endless flight
from dark to light
a worth-while fight.
You use me,
and abuse me,
then Erase me,
Can’t quite quit me,
just can’t love me.
then Displace me,
please uphold me.
and shape me.
Speak not of me.