When I feel something

I write

And sometimes when I don't

or can't

I miss the feeling

of ideas running through my head

and leaping

onto the white

My inspiration lies

in the lives of the people

I tell all my lies to

and those people

don't see what I write here

because when I type

there's no time to think

if I'm putting the words together

quite right

or if what I say

will change what they think

This is me without context

sometimes this person impresses me

and sometimes they put me to shame

but if I go on without this me

I don't really know who I would be

Thank you Prose

for this community

Right now I'm flailing

Can't shake the feeling

of quickly running

far and failing

So today I will be clinging

to any last hoping

I have left in by body shaking

Because lately I've been praying

and nothing has been happening

and I don't know what is happening

in the world surrounding

and in the lives with which I'm interacting

Since my head is so full of loathing

not self, but something

else that my words are not describing.

Tomorrow I'll be mailing

you the letter I spent my soul writing

all in the name of telling

you I'm not done believing

that the world is done giving

us what you need to stay standing

and not stop longing

for that great future you've been planning.

Trust me when I tell you

I've never known anyone like you

Because I literally don't know you

Nice to meet you, beautiful reader.

Life isn't so bad after all I've come to realize.

It's silly circumstances have opened my eyes

To the bright blue and white, high above sky

Please wait one second before you roll your eyes

Cheeriness can be sickening, I know

"And if one more person talks about the beauty of life..."

You're right, and if you're still prone

to frown at home alone

I order you to smile.

Right

Now.

Did it work?

Friend

To call you friend

is not enough

We are one brain

Your happiness is my ecstasy

Your sadness is my grief

And despite my heart's crave for loneliness

I cannot run far from you

Your conversation lights up a room

Your smile makes me think

And your being lights on fire

this crumpled paper ball in my chest

Forget the world

the blanket, the sky, the noise

and I'll remember the music of your name

because that means so much more

than to call you friend

The End

Time to leave

pack up and move

get up and go

At first we slowly change

unrecognizable to our past

we switch our shade

become breakable, at last

so we can crack

under the pressure of the world

and crunch

beneath the weight of heavy boots

and fall apart

with the changing seasons

We tumble lightly

limply

down below

and enter the world surrounding

It is blinded by our newness

our new maturity

our stiff fluidity

our beauty

our beautiful duplicity

for we are far more than we seem to be

Did we move on?

Because I can't remember the last time

I felt your touch

but neither felt

a touch like yours

So

I have to know

if you have sung your silly lines

to another shell shocked memory

or placed your calloused fingers

to someone else's silk embroidery

If you answered yes

then I'll tell you I have too

but I admit it isn't true

I never could lie to you

I forget to notice the years as they pass

the world spins around me and I'm stuck in the past

in the glass you wrote "I love you"

and I said I loved you too

we kissed then danced all evening

'neath the dark of the full moon

Why did we move on?

silent speech slips from your lips

as your thought gives no answer

for I barely remember the voice

I still cherish so dearly

Not a person in this skin

Not a brain in this head

Not a thought without wishing

the thought was not

Sometimes life's a lot

and that's okay if you let it be

but sometimes you cannot

and that's okay

until

it's not

it builds and builds

not like bricks but like the sound

of walking down and out

of a quiet building to the busy streets

where it's so loud you can't stop to remember your name

and then you forget where you were going

and why you came to this fucking place

because life was better

when you had ground to stand on

and you didn't fall

every time you tried to sit down

but sinking into the floor

into these feelings

feels better than

staring blankly at the wall

feeling nothing at all.

Softly speaking

slurred words from beneath the bottle

bleeding hands holding strong

to the railing

The pain, away

long lost to 12 stifled steps

you forgot to take

Brake, brake, for god's sake

you couldn't brake

and that broke me

that you're broken

lying on the pavement

now, six feet down

you were drowning, I was sinking

thinking only of you

but you were drinking.

I met you before you met me. I saw you across the hall for a moment, walking to the beat of the music blasting in your headphones. You sometimes get trapped in your own world and I know you do it on purpose. It can be better to ignore everything that doesn't matter to you. But I guess I'm glad I don't do that because I wouldn't have seen you that day.

We knew of each other before the first time we talked, so neither of us remember it well. Well, that's why I don't remember, anyways. I'm sure you made me laugh since you tend to do that. There is no fairytale-meet cute-rom-com-cliche beginning to our fairytale-rom-com-cliche romance. I just hope that we also have no end.

I hope love and happiness

Are the only emotions we’ll ever share

That I’ll never leave your arms

And you my tender care

Being without you is the last

Thing I’d like to picture

Cause me without you darling

Is a simple contradiction

One day I’ll be able to tell you

To leave it all behind

Cause not being together

Feels like a waste of time

I inhale the musty smell of this old house

it embraces me with its dry skin

we sit and tell stories about this basement

where we played when we were kids

and grew to lose control over life

Its familiarity eases my mind

and it reminds me about when

we forgot to hide the wine

and how we'd always lose track of time

our parents didn't mind

It then turned quiet, seeming sad

beginning to cry, it told me

it just misses being around us

but it's okay old friend

thanks for having me, soon I'll visit again