pumpkin-kisses

I am bitter today There's no way she loved me like she said She wouldn't have left me if she did I am sorry today I know she loved me all along And I hate that I thought otherwise yesterday I am longing today I saw two lovers walking down the street And I wished she and I could take their places I am content today I dreamed about her And in my dream, she was happy I am frightened today I wished I were dead I've never wished that before I am empty today I cried about her until my friends dropped by And I had to hide my tears because they've never seen me cry And I think it would scare them I am angry today I saw a USMC recr

dear 20 year old me, i hope you are better off. i hope you have figured at least one thing out. i hope singing still makes you as innocently happy as it makes me now. i hope it's only a matter of hours, and not years, i hope at least one of them has stuck around, i hope you are still whole and not even one bit broken, i hope that you are still fighting every day. i hope your fingers still grace piano keys and cello strings, i hope that every time you find something dropped and forgotten you still feel such a rush of connection that it never gets old. dear 20 year old me, i hope that you are still clear, i hope you have kept track of all the

1. Introduction 2. Complicated 3. Making History 4. Rivalry 5. Unbreakable 6. Obsession 7. Eternity 8. Gateway 9. Death 10. Opportunities 11. 33% 12. Dead Wrong 13. Running Away 14. Judgement 15. Seeking Solace 16. Excuses 17. Vengeance 18. Love 19. Tears 20. My Inspiration 21. Never Again 22. Online 23. Failure 24. Rebirth 25. Breaking Away 26. Forever and a day 27. Lost and Found 28. Light 29. Dark 30. Faith 31. Colours 32. Exploration 33. Seeing Red 34. Shades of Grey 35. Forgotten 36. Dreamer 37. Mist 38. Burning 39. Out of Time 40. Knowing How 41. Fork in the road 42. Start 43. Nature's Fury 44.

    My name is Jacob Mullins. I just turned 24 last week and got a phone call from my father telling me to come home. Now, as I get out of my car and head up the walkway, I'm not too jazzed to be walking back into the house that reminds me of my childhood. It took me a year and a half to move into an apartment and get a decent job and now I have to take a leave of absence to take care of the old codger before he croaks. If I lose my job over this there better be something phenomenal in that will of his to make up for it.     As soon as I open the door the smell of dust and sickness reaches my nostrils

Our problem stems From the roots deep within Entwined in our being Blotted out by our sin For the promises never kept And the nights we've then slept Tormented by unique reason Psychological treason For the "I Do's" When we don't As we utter yes With intentions of no Etched into our walls A society that's crumbling Pending the great fall As we sit there mumbling The apologies we couldn't muster In our lives of lack lustre And self indulgence Only now can we see the consequence Of our actions of the yester-year And how the future cowers in fear Of our coming of age As we write another rotten page Of a chapter we can't

I am sorry they broke your lungs filled with smoke it isn’t Saint Me it’s clearly those people out there who don’t really care what they throw at you I care, I do I haven’t done a thing I’m just waiting for someone else to clear this mess, this crude smear of “intelligent” life their own pain and strife in need of attention moving further from ascension happens so often we soften so much as to turn blind and burn our fingers searching for anything that lingers to keep some edifice of hope and kiss our rapists just to hold off death and we’ll rust in our foul, stagnant, spittin

     It was night. It had been night for quite some time now. Almost three years now apparently. I had lost count long ago as the days just melted together into one big stream of darkness and stars. It was hard to tell when it was actually 8pm or 8am anymore. A lot of people were beginning to miss work, showing up when their offices were closed thinking they were on time.     Someone had the bright idea to use artificial sunlight in buildings, using projectors to simulate the sun moving across the sky on a wall somewhere. It was the only way they got to see the sun anymore.     A lot of people had hope that the sun was coming back. But I

Check your skin,  check your vitals,    check your breathing and       your pulse. All normal.        Check the hole       inside your chest. Abnormal.    There's a rip between   your ribs, empty,  a chasm. There's no                 warmth,    just red tears.

1. I hate the way you seep into my poems and under my skin. 2. I hate the way I have nothing useful to say around you.       [Such nice weather we're having. Oh, it's raining? My bad.] 3. I hate that everything reminds me of you. 4. I hate the way my brain doesn't work when I start thinking about you. 5. I hate that you don't belong to me. 6. I hate that your hugs don't last forever. 7. I hate that you make me melt when you sing and when you smile. 8. I hate that I can't get up the courage to ask you out. [But I definately do not hate you.]