Average Poetry

It’s good I crossed you out of my life.

I still miss you so much.

And I don’t know where to begin;

How to move on.

I just wish I could stop

Thinking about you,

But I never will.

It is so hard having you come to me,

When I am most vulnerable.

And you don’t even know

I’m still hurting.

I’d like to confront you,

To let you know,

These secret feelings I kept,

That I still see purple-

That I still see us.

But I wish I didn’t have them.

Because I know if we were to spark,

I’d be an inferno

And all this time I’ve spent

Dousing the flame?

Would be wasted.

I am lost,

Happiness only comes in the endless motions,

But every day,

Time finds me, and I think of you.

Knowing you’re well off is agonizing.

I’m certain you’re fine,

Like the creek after a drought,

With its first rain-

As if nothing happened.

I wished you would make me dislike you,

But you don’t,

And maybe that is why you’re still great.

I wish you were the one

To comfort me.

But it is pointless to wish

Within a Fortnight,

We will come to change.

Within their marked sight,

We fall by their range.

We may take the bullets,

We may send them too.

We may hide in dull-divets,

We may call help, true.

Waste would come if

We do nothing

Waste will come

When they do something.

Will we stand on this field

With all our might?

Will we fail and yield?

Do you only remember me

When you want to?

When no one else is there

With you.

How in the world,

Am i supposed to move on,

When I see you waiting

For me.

But you aren’t,

You’re gone,

And I just

See us.

There was once a time in which our melanchoulous

Was only fog in the distance,

In which we thought we’d never

Enter.

But I thought I knew my route,

getting the sails and rations ready

Planning my route somewhere else,

Away from you.

So I left you,

Stranded on an island

Of paradise,

That aren’t mine.

Reminding me of things I wasted,

Like time.

Shirts and a jacket,

In the machine-

Welcoming the racket.

I shouldn’t be wasting detergent on things

That aren’t mine.

I shouldn’t be wasting anything,

Except for maybe a box and a little gas-

Jubilance, Joy, overwhelming happiness?

The weight of worlds lift,

With the tick of your tongue and

Sound of your voice- your acknowledgement.

The most humane thing,

Is to want attention,

For we are social creatures

12:50 A.M.

March 11 2018

“Puzzles”

To be a complexity

Confuses the mind of most

Abnormality is strange,

Abnormality is rejected.

Take to the puzzles

And scatter their pieces,

Forget the images

To be created.

Thousands and thousands of intricate chips

Countless colors,

Oh how great this challenge is,

Throw it to the wind!

But take the clock,

And with shards broken,

You’ll find the time

To clean your mess.

Together at last are those little chips

Of cardboard.

Ask yourself,

How does it feel to fit in?

February 16, 2018

6:10 a.m.

“Love’s Broken Monster”

I wake up to tell you “I love you”

And suddenly remember I’m alone

So I imagine you here

Like stitches in stone

Those nights of awe and wonder

No longer are mine

I’ll always be waiting

Under this star-bent sky

Since the end,

The sky has been cricked

Never not ending

And seemingly wicked.

Its soft happiness and light details

For me now limited

I promised you the future

And you promised me yours

But promises are broken