The freedom of a humming bird
As busy as a bee
As valorous as a lion
The strength of tree
And while they pass me by
As it means to me
Freedom
Work
Valor
Strength
All die with age you see
Your memory lingers over me
Like cigarette smoke
Dull and
Disgusting and
Deadly
Addicted to the feeling
Of my chest being crushed
Living breathless
I might have forgotten the feeling
If it were not for the scars
On my lungs and heart
You were as fleeting as the smoke
Fluid
Changing your shape
To suit your purposes
And i loved it
Like a petty fool
I never thought
Id write one of these
I used to look at them in scorn
And belt them with my laughter
But his voice
His mind
His eyes
They pull me in with wonder
The way he laughs is beautiful
(No matter what he says)
And the way he looks at me
Like no other has done before
The way his lips call for me
Like nothing iv ever felt
So yes im writing one of these
Indeed
A silly love poem
Sometimes lies are beautiful
More so than truth
The beautiful picture
With its selected surroundings
Makes us feel better
That clouded sunset full of oranges pinks purples
But if you would only zoom out a bit
You’ll see an old cloud factory
Its smoke billowing out
Polluting the air
The water around thick
And poisoned
Yes oh how beautiful the lies are
When they just conceal the truth
So yes I hate lies
But sometimes
Sometimes they are more comforting than the truth
Lies are death
Destruction
Agony
He cause couples to cease to be
Friends to break
Family’s to spit
Souls to crack
The black cloudy mist
Consumes the heart like a black hole
Yet you lie to me so easily
They come off your tongue as easily as my name
I can’t believe that
After all I’ve done
When I’ve never told a lie
You’ve said I’m beautiful
Amazing
Brilliant
But how can I believe these things
Except think the opposite
How could you not have lied about these things?
When you’ve lied about everything else
It’s the tingle in your toes
And the petals of a white rose.
The taste of chocolate
And cherry lip gloss.
So innocent and pure
You disgust me
Making my gift into an excuse
With your hour long affairs
That sweet sensation in your stomach really just spiders and centipedes
Trying to crawl there way out,
Making you sick.
You’ve turned my gift into a drug.
The only thing that keeps you going is a constant injection.
Making you hot faced and light headed,
Forgetting who you once were.
You take me name and sell it on the streets
If only it were that easy
Bright green leaves which once innocently grew
Plucked by your human hands
Turned i
How can a boy lie?
His hand obviously caught
He learned from his elders
To lie and make them forget
Sweaty palms
Shaking hands
Shifty eyes
Time to look through all of your lies
I know you could never forgive me
For the lies iv told
For the truths I haven’t
But I still couldn’t prepare myself
For that look on your face
You told me you loved me
That you needed me
But you only needed me when
Like when the sun needs a break
And offers the clouds its place
I can see through your wavering smile
To your sad eye
Your loneliness leaking through
I can see
I know the truth
What do the colors of the rainbow mean to you?
These radiant reds, brilliant blues, and vibrant violets.
Do you understand the innocence of her pink?
The curiosity of her green?
The intellect of her olive?
The luck of her blue?
The strength of his sapphire?
The double vision of his yellow?
The vulnerability of his brown?
The blinding of her teal?
The haunting of her maroon?
The loneliness of his purple?
The slipping sanity of his indigo?
Do you feel the pain of his red?
They may just be colors to you,
But for me,
They’re people.
All struggling through their own burdens,
All fighting through life,
Trying to win this impossible game.
They