If i were to define love
i would say it is
looking at a person
and seeing a feeling
If i were to define this feeling
i would say it is
looking at you
and seeing love.
-l.w
If i could
i would take that smile
and inject it directly into my bloodstream
My parents warned me about drugs in baggies
sold on the street
but never the ones
with teeth
and a heartbeat
-m.w
I want to ask you about your past.
but at the same time i don’t
because my stomach becomes
more knotted than my hair
after a long windy day at the beach
when thinking of a you
before me.
I try to keep my mind from drifting
to the image of you holding her hand
and gazing into her eyes,
thinking about how her smile
is the reason
you smile.
It hurts imagining
there was anything before me
and i’m sorry,
because i know how unfair that is
I guess i’m just afraid
there was something in her
you’ll notice is lacking
in me
-m.k
Just a cut
Just a scratch
“What’s that mark?”
“It was just the cat”
Just an excuse
Just another lie
“What’s with all the bracelets?”
“Just fashion, why?”
Just a tear
Just a scream
“Why were you crying?”
“Just a bad dream”
But it’s not just a cut
Or a tear or a lie
It’s always ‘just one more’
Until you die
-unknown
People go through life
looking for a love
or a loved one, in order to
get to a certain place.
But what the sad souls do not realize
is that love is not a destination
It is one hundred percent
the journey that leads you to wherever you are going.
-l.w
There i lay
on the road
with the rain
rushing down my face
mixing in with my salt-filled tears
each drop bruising my neck
forming welts
resembling the love bites
you had once given me
I shivered as my lips turned blue
and as i twisted my head to the side
headlights approached
the end;
[i.f]
I don’t like feeling things.
Why?
Sadness engulfs your whole body, piece by piece.
It starts with your soul.
Then once it has totally devoured that, it moves on to your courage.
Lapping up every single remaining scrap so you are left with none.
Hope is lost within the dark scribbles, loops and spirals made up from the same line.
It is all linked together which is why it’s so difficult to overcome.
Anger changes you.
Who you are when you are angry is not who you are when you are not.
But when people spend so long trying to be so good, so liked and so specific as individuals,
Why let something as easy as anger change you?
And i don’t like watching people change.
And Happiness.
Happiness is the biggest sham of them all.
It doesn’t last
it fills you with false hope of good times and permanent, fulfilling desires that are never, ever sustained.
So don’t be foolish.
-l.w
Shimmering lights
Are nothing compared
To the darkened nights
When we were so scared
But you held me in so tight
That night that we shared.
To you i am not in love,
No, darling - not even a little
You see “Love” is what i am out of
It was stolen right from my bones so brittle
And until i am proven wrong
this kind of love exists only in dreams.
But i’m prepared to be proven wrong my dear,
If that’s what you feel up to,
But when i suggest it i cant help but imagine your sneer
Because love doesn’t exist, no not to you
So let us be gone, let’s run away together
Two loveless people, who can love like new.
-l.w
Just look at me
Like i look at you
Your eyes are so old
But mine are like new
The wisdom that they behold
is incomprehensible, and i find
that although you are just 17
so many million more thoughts run through your mind.
Darling, we could be
something else if only
you would let yourself
Stop being so lonely
You spend so long running
but baby there’s nothing coming
So turn around and run into me
because there’s so much beauty in what we’re becoming.
So look at me with your old old eyes
That you used to look at her
But i believe what you and me are
is better than what you were
I know there’s a light inside you
It lives and thrives inside your core
I’m going to find it one day like
a cold dark diamond on the cold dark floor.
We sit together half naked on the porch
and we watch the stars glimmering to such a degree
that i turn around and watch you
already watching me
So i watch, so i observe
your eyes that are so wise and so old
but much to my surprise i find something young,
something beautiful and ready to unfold.
-l.w
Isn’t it sad, at the age of 16.
A girl sits in her home on the equator
and thinks of poems
and death.
She’s not unpopular, she’s not
lonely but she feels it. She
can’t look anyone in the eye.
Her eyes are always on the ground.
“Smiling is deceitful” she murmurs
after someone asks if she is
feeling okay, and she
smiles at them. “Fine”
She is different, her mind thinks
of very different things and she notices
such different things. She feels
different things.
She thinks of why the flower spirals
around the vine while
everyone else around her
admires it’s beauty.
Sleeping evades her like two
negatively charged ions but she
wouldn’t know that. She failed
Chemistry.
Her heart falls too easily
into someone’s hands who
inevitably doesn’t expect it so
they throw it away.
Such a strong love that goes
to waste. Such a weak heart
it’s a wonder how it is so
capable of such strong emotion
in such an emotionless soul.
-l.w
