Photograph

What is it with that picture. Her eyes.  Its definitely her eyes. They won’t stop staring at me. They’re looking through me. Or at me. Or a little of both. And her smile. She has a beautiful smile that doesn’t fit who she is at all. She shouldn’t smile. Not with eyes like that. Yet it works.  She is perfectly captivating. Why the hell did I put this damn photograph as my wallpaper? Her face is the example of irony. Every part seems to contradict the other. And yet, I find it strangely comforting to be so confused and possessed by this stupid picture. What is it with me and lost souls?

Recent

The hardest thing in the world is to sit next to you and know I can’t have you. You have that effect on me. This is my most recent stuff. Most of it is about a girl (what’s new?). However, it’s really isn’t based on a specific person. It’s more like the idea of an ideal person, if that makes any sense.

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On the Void of Many

We step, side by side
looking in the void for
something
But all our mismatched twin souls can do
is look at each other and smile

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Untitled

God the stars are pretty tonight.
I know it’s insignificant,
But as I sit here staring at the stars,
It makes me melt a little
To see your eyes staring back.

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The Butterfly Effect

A Butterfly can flaps it’s wings
and change the world
And I can write
But I can’t change how you feel
for that is that nature of your soul

Where the word ends, pure emotion begins.

Hell it’s the damn butterfly
with all the power

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If I Were to be Honest…
mostly a letter, not a poem

To you whom I cry out to in the middle of the night,
can you feel me?
you get me through the night when I can’t sleep and I don’t feel worth a damn
Do you know what it’s like to know the person that looks like me?
That person is not one I can think about, for she is my very thoughts
She hugs my soul when I am cold
She resides in my mind where even I tread lightly
She makes me feel
She makes me breathe
No, she is the air
For I need her as I need the air
To hold her is to have no more questions for the universe
it is to be happy, whole, and complete