Here we are standing together for the first time in 3 years. The journey’s our lives have taken us almost seem to disappear. We laugh like no time has passed between us and we are back as our younger selves. Smiling and joking at the memories from the inked pages on the old bookshelves. The … Continue reading Two Roads Poem
True love just doesn’t go away, Despite what you desire most. Those deep feelings are left to stay, Haunting you as a lonely ghost. I’m sorry our paths forked, And that our single journey divided into two. I fought my hardest to make us work, But I think a part of us already knew. The … Continue reading Deep Love Poem
Sometimes we stay because we think we don’t deserve better. Your dark and abusive inner voice whispers, “let her.” Sometimes we stay because we are afraid of the unknown. We ultimately can’t bare the thought of being alone. Sometimes we stay because we simply feel content. Why risk the possibility of resent? Sometimes we stay … Continue reading Which one are you?
One is day. One is night. I prefer the brightness of the day, But sometimes I crave the darkness of the night.
You spend your days acting in a questionable manner, Feeling your thoughts drown in the depths of your mind. Everyone around you knows you are acting strangely, But you pretend and persuade that all is fine. The void you feel in your heart weighs heavily, Making you feel guilty about your mysteries this coming night. … Continue reading Deep Sea Diver
What secrets lie inside the heart? Those that slowly, carelessly tear us apart. Too often we allow ourselves to distantly fall, So madly, deeply in love with it all. The pain, the sorrow, the heartbreaks too real, Forces us to learn too quickly how to feel. We wander through the paths of a broken road, … Continue reading Secrets
Sometimes there is magic in the madness. Sometimes magic lies in the silence. Problems concerned. Problems discerned. Problems overturned. You hear the whispers beyond the screams, that rage deep within your depths. Hoping they will be heard before it's too late, or before you become consumed by its grasps. The mind is a funny thing. … Continue reading The mind (poem)