She

She is solid
an unmoving river that has coincidentally
washed all my sorrows away.
And if it were not for her
I don’t know if I would have
both my legs to stand on
or both my lungs to breathe
as they beat in my chest
reminding me that I am still alive.

And I’m alive.
That’s the miracle of it all
that reminds me to be grateful
everyday
when I get out of bed each morning.
I’m still here
with both my hands and my heart
and my sickly brain
And she is the only reason I breathe
she is the only obstacle.

 

Now and Then

We used to paint our fingernails
But now we paint on smiles
Hiding in our every wake
Down the lonely aisle

Loving you

My heart has swelled
to the size of an ocean,
and all I can do
is blame you.

Bleed

All I’ve ever known

Was how to bleed in ink

To tear my paper with my pen

And never stop to think

 

To rip apart my insides

And spill them on my page

Watching them form silent words

Of wisdom, hope, and rage

Worth It

Sometimes caring can be dangerous

A treacherous minefield full of broken hearts

That never seems to have an escape route

 

A gut-wrenching calamity of an inner struggle

That consumes your entire being

Until you are engulfed in agony

 

But perhaps it is better to hurt than to feel nothing at all

Perhaps  it is only beneficial to take great risks and gamble with your heart

In order to find the one thing that everyone spends their whole lives searching for:

Love.

All is Well in the End

You left me stranded on the edge of the world

And all I could do was jump

Landing head first on an earth

That was much more cushioned than I had expected

And suddenly everything was alright

 

 

Why I Write

I write not for pleasure

But to bare my soul

Because it is too often

That I cannot stand

To keep it inside anymore

New Beginnings

We are all dying

Shedding and decomposing

As the worlds spins on

Unforgiving

And you and I

And our broken hands

We have yet to mend

Hold on for dear life

For although we want to die

Life has only just begun

Mourning

We buried them with our tears

Their silent sorrows muffled by our cries

As we painted pictures in the night sky

With drops of blood from our finger tips