Always the insomniac
I stay up in bed reading
Another dull book hoping
It will transport me to all
The places you're already
Talking about in your sleep.
A little envious, I eavesdrop
On your magical ...
In this park, in the woods
All my stomping grounds you took
I showed you my favourite places
The ones so close to me
And there we made our memories
All these places, once so sweet
Are no longer what t...
“there is no shame in crying in an empty room, the walls will keep in what you cannot”
I am empty as this room now.
I am hollow as your eyes, empty as your words and solace finds me no where I would w...
When I talk about you
(When am I not talking about you)
my friends, civilian, coo in pity,
my cousins, military, flatten their lips:
"It is not easy to love a soldier."
Then a pause - there's always a...
Someone once told me the attention of a faceless coward is not worth dying for.
Even though everywhere I look, billboards and commercials tell me it is.
Others have bodies chiseled as if rapids carved...
Remember the good times,
When we would go outside in the grass
and roll down the hills.
Remember that besides your sadness.
But sadness was there all along. When you wanted your crush,
When you scrapp...