I miss it.

“It” is how I saw the world before I learned about it

How I saw the world before I witnessed death, and heartache

It dulled my vision, dulled my dreams

Now in my head all that’s left are screams

No one notices, they’re all screaming too

Mine are drowned in sea of blue

They melt together and become white noise

While we all walk about, with a fallible poise

Colors have melted ...

I have a little box

A little box protecting my memories

It locks them away, safe and sound

If I wish to see them, here they are found

I kept the petals of the Yellow Roses, they make me smile just as they did

On the day you gave them to me.

They hold your smile, your love, and your care

And reflect the golden of your hair...

All good things come to those who wait

We can sit, we can delay

This form of art takes days-

Days to form

Days to perfect

We have time to bide

The clock has been checked

The work pours from the paintbrush

It

Falls

Into

Place

But now it runs

It runs down the canvas

The art has started a race...

The mask is slipping

Down

Down

Down

My face.

It has become slick with defiant tears.

The mask is slipping and melting

Into a new one

My words have turned into a ghost

And floated away

My thoughts filled my head

They piled high

Towered,

Over,

Me,

It sits on my chest and I can’t breath

The expectations

The unknown

No one notice...

The key I’d received still fit the house

But it no longer felt like home

The joy was buried in the backyard

Alongside my dog

My hope fell from my body

Like the leaves during autumn

Away from the old tall oak tree

The tree was rooted outside the kitchen window

The window was foggy

Clouded by the resentment

I walked up the stairs wishing they led to the past

The past where we all got...

I love his eyes.

I’m glad I took them.

They sit on my nightstand, night after night. I take care of them and they look just like the first time I saw them. I had been wandering the streets near dusk, when I saw him. He was walking toward me, his movements were fluid and flowed with the serenity of a brook. The current pulled me to him as his eyes connected with mine. They were a deep emerald...

Lost in the glass that’s colorful and bold

So many People but everything’s cold

Escaping escapism is a form of art

When you’re pinned to the cell with a dart

Melting into the glass and fusing to the walls

Our faces turned plastic, resembling a doll

I stared through the rose colored lenses

And slowly began to gain my senses

I wanted to leave but my legs were numb

My brain was held capti...

The whole world is quiet

It rings, rings, rings, the bells of solitude

The stars melt from the sky

Like

Drops

Of. Insanity

They fill my head

And the moon whispers

“I shine with the bloodshed”

My eyes are drawn to dark, they stare at their reflection

Entranced in the quiet

My ears censor life and ignore the breath

My hands grip th...

I sat at my desk completing homework. Unecessary. Boring. But important nonetheless. Day was falling into night, I checked my phone for the time. 7:23. As I went to glance outside a cheerful ding resonated in my room followed by the light of a phone screen. I looked, it was a social media post from a family member. My grandma, she posted a memory of my family visiting her. The sight made my eyes t...

Ruin the memories I have

My foolishness of those moments haunts me

My thoughtless nature keeping any chance of hurt at bay-

They wouldn’t hurt me

They love me

Family.

F for faithful

We hug, we laugh, tell stories, and share smiles

Our perfect perfect smiles, perfect laughs, perfect happiness

Family…

F for false

Fleeting.

Fiery.

Red hot tempers

Flaring.

The hugs were lies

The stories w...