poetry – Exploring Thoughts

You Wonder

You wonder Why I am this way The intensity in my gaze The burden of pain, The deceit unfazed. Looming exhaustion from the nights unslept, Dragging beneath the burdens bore too long. I let you believe I was soft Like my knife hadn’t been sharpened on the edge, You never thought I would pull back, Continue reading “You Wonder”

Conflicted

Conflicted Wondering if pure love exists or is just depicted Images surrounding me Hounding me Fairytales crumble in front of me Wondering why love looks back differently. Wishing it’s warmth would wash up on me I feel highs, then lows and jealousy. Wishing I knew if you were into me like I am into youContinue reading “Conflicted”

Another Night

Spent a lot time in darkness Looking for the light Lot of times shit felt hopeless, Thought I’d never get it right. I move in the night easier than the day I’ve known the moon longer than the sun So much time alone Thought I was the only one. I’ve felt the pressure And carriedContinue reading “Another Night”

The Observer

I am the fly on the wall, Silent, Yet present. You wonder why I do not speak, You do not realize, That is because I am listening. I am analyzing, I am understanding. I place you into frame, I see your lightness and your darkness, I see your features and faults, Your movements and mostContinue reading “The Observer”

Alone

You will never feel more alone, Than when you are surrounded by other people And no one says a word to you, No one looks at you, You are the wind as they pass by. On a train full of others, Sardined next to one another, Staring at their little bright boxes Connected to everyone Continue reading “Alone”

Lost Blood

We only ever talk on birthdays and Christmas, Seems like those were the darkest days of my life you had to witness. All you saw were the surface level actions, Failing to see that I was trying to escape – Trying to find a moment of pleasure, Albeit, temporarily, In all the pain. The trueContinue reading “Lost Blood”

Letting Go

I look around my home I see the wooden parts, All of the small pieces. They are in boxes, They are on shelves, They are on the floor. I see the diagrams, The details, Scattered around the table. I walk room by room, Picking up every piece, Putting them in my arms. I bring themContinue reading “Letting Go”

The Girl in the Mirror

It is easy to go through lifeWithout looking upon your own reflection.OrTo purposely avoid it.Until you spend a period of time,With a mirror right across from you.Where you are forced to acknowledge,The girl in the mirror.The unsettling angles and curves,The colors, shapes, and sizes.Realities that could always be willfully ignored before,Now staring right back.And theContinue reading “The Girl in the Mirror”