poeticramblingsofan-insomniac

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Here we are again at the base of this poem about a man  ashamed of the hands he touches other people with. Too stubborn to admit love when it’s stuck in his throat like hard candy, like juice gone down wrong. He can’t stop coughing it up. Here we are again, me and this poem, trying to persuade you that it’s romantic, not to be chased but to be held off, to make friends with the waiting room but not the people in it because the people keep changing but me and this room we just keep on waiting. Funny how things can tell you exactly what they are and you’ll still find a way to be surprised and disappointed later. It’s not the room’s fault that nobody likes waiting. It’s not the man’s fault I keep crawling down his throat and making myself a choking hazard.

SAME OLD, SAME OLD by Trista Mateer (via tristamateer)

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Driving down this road and you creep into my thoughts again It's 7:23 and I can't help but think about how the sun makes this color of gold that brings out the best in all the other colors like you can see the best in me I'll be home soon now I'm winding up this road and I look up at the sky again It's 7:56 and I can't help but miss you Like this lonely shade of purple surrounding the moon I'll be there soon But not soon enough Two minutes later and everything looks different But to me it's still time well spent

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

just popped into my head like right now- incomplete

Take my heart- I don’t need it 

squeeze your hand into a fist, you just might beat it 

take my heart and you can keep it 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

I try to hold back the tide, 

the never ending waves 

in three words I have to say 

because you need to know 

that what’s happening is real

but I’m afraid that when the tide rolls in 

the waves will be a tsunami and 

wash everything good away 

leaving nothing but destruction in its path

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

I don’t quite know the words to say to capture the way I feel 

like a shooting star that fell too fast 

a flash of light and it’s gone

but it’s still magic all the same

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Words unspoken, left unsaid

hidden under the covers in my messy bed

hidden in the crevices of my mind 

words I want you to find

but I can yet say 

hopefully you’ll stay with me until I can 

I know I’m silent most of the time 

and quiet is violent 

and your silence is fear to me 

I’m just trying to be careful

before I make a mistake 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Chlorine on my skin, summer on my lips, 

I really wish I could have more days like this. 

Come sneak under the covers 

where world could end and it wouldn’t make any difference...

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

This is just a tidbit, maybe it’ll work for you or something because I don’t know what to do with it

Radio silence and I wonder what you said

and when your heart jumps in your chest, it’s hard not to choke

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

It is very hard to break down a life I once had into boxes and stack them in the closet like I’ll never see it again. 

It’s hard to think that once there was difference 

and once there was normalcy 

but then the waves started rolling in and all you can do is float with them

fight too hard and you’ll just drown. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Maybe needs a little more tweaking on a few verses, but this is what I got. 

Sometimes, I think that we are like an eclipse.

Two very different entities that ended up on the same side of the world at the same time 

this stellar fluke turned celestial miracle 

we match up perfectly. 

I borrow my light like the moon

a shadow in the night hiding myself away in the way that you are nothing but light

blindingly so. 

and I always have to stay while you always have to go. 

But here we are

stars overpowered, lost in our light

and I wish I couldn’t say that we are like an eclipse because something so 

wonderfully powerful shouldnt have to end. 

and now I know 

nothing is infinite not even the stars, 

but I still have hope that someday something will change. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

he asks me what I’m thinking 

and for once I have no words

yet for once all I have are words 

and for once all I want is to unscrew my skull inside my mind and know

that I have pretty much fallen 

and the only thing keeping me back are three words that I’m afraid to know 

and afraid to say 

but someday, I will

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

The galaxy is full of stars that light up the sky-

you light up the sky. 

and when a planet pulls you into its gravitational pull

and expects you to orbit it 

just remember this: 

it is the earth that revolves around the sun and not the other way around. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Don’t know why I keep writing weird stuff but here it is

Scribble out words like I can scribble out my past 

lost in translation, good words always finish last

behind darkened lines, there’s nothing left to find 

these pieces of me that didn’t deserve a line 

before the ink dries you’ll see where my secrets lie 

hidden on the page. 

ink stains on my hands like bruises 

I’ll hit myself again and again if it means no one loses. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

another strange one. 

It’s very hard to imagine a world without you in it- It was. 

and the world wouldn’t know it but things would be a little bit dimmer 

eventually your eyes adjust to the light

and eventually I realized that I could live without you

and still survive, 

I’m alive. 

Just like this one time I was afraid of the dark 

like the sun fears sinking into the hills without saying goodbye 

like you never did to me 

eventually the stars come out 

and I realized that it’s not entirely dark out 

the stars light up the sky 

if we only cared enough to notice 

our eyes will adjust to the darkness 

but I’m not sure we ever really see. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

Here’s a weird one. Guess my favorite line. 

You can be moving forward and never realize that things have changed but suddenly everything is different. 

like a picture from the past that has survived into the present. 

It might have looked complete then, but now all you have is a piece of the past degraded to incomplete 

and I’ll never understand how something complete can roll backwards like that-

and all I know is that everything has changed. 

and when I look at you, I don’t think anyone will be able to look at me but also see me 

to listen to me but also hear me

to know that I am afraid of the sun setting into darkness on me but once my eyes adjust to the dark 

all I can see are stars. 

That we live in a universe but every person has a galaxy in them. 

some are full of stars, 

and others are black holes 

and some are just bright meteor shower filled skies on a cloudy night 

and we’ll never know who is who until it’s too late. 

but in the end we all burn out and our light continues

on long before anyone knows we’re gone. 

[poeticramblingsofan-insomniac]

In the universe, there are many galaxies. Those galaxies are people. Some are full of stars and some are just black holes created to consume. And some are like a meteor shower on a cloudy night- darkness is all they see. You are an entire universe in yourself separately.