Does happy mean lonely?

I am the happiest I have ever beenLiving life in the serene I get coffee at pretty shopsI go out and buy vintage topsI write and read and do everything in betweenI go out to eat and get myself little treatsI go thrifting for treasures, paying time, no measuresI lay in the sun and pick

Father

In another life, I have a father.One who plays tea party with me when I’m four.One who always opens up the door.One who reads me fairytales every night.One who teaches me wrong from right.One who encourages me to do what I love.One who I can be proud of.One who doesn’t need a drink.One who doesn’t

Fireflies

My hands, the missing puzzle pieces to your hips.Diving in fully kissing the honey from your lips.The harmonious sound from your laugh, as I caress your back, has Mozart quaking in his grave.The universe may come crashing in due to our bodies creating such an electromagnetic wave.Fingers intertwined, like roots from a forest tree.I keep

Mindless Art

The jargon in my mindOne line poemWords with no directionQuotes misalignedEmotions running wildChaos chaos unleash the havocFor once, the world is quiet

Too little too late

Sometimes, I think if I had only loved you from the beginning, maybe you would have stayed.The appointment was planned to have you removed, but when I saw you on the screen, I couldn’t do it. I was afraid. But my body was a cyanide pill poisoning you anyway.We saw your heartbeat thinking everything was fine,

Do shadows cry?

Dark skies Crystal droplets Hitting my window. There I see it Hiding within me My shadow. Staring into my eyes Shades of blue and green Looking back at me. I notice nothing but How dark they’ve gotten Dead like the sea. I try to get them to lighten Droplets are now falling Falling onto my

Bipolar 2

I hate being bipolarOne minute, I feel as high as a high rollerThe next, I am screaming at the oncoming darkness“NO NO NO you aren’t taking me this time.”I yell with intensnessBut without a doubt, no matter how hard I fight or how loud I screamI drown in the dark.

Depths

In the quiet whispers of my dream A love that wasn’t meant to be. In the depths of sorrow my story is untold A saddening heartache that words can’t hold. Amid my tears Amid my shattered dreams My blossom was pulled apart at the seams. In the depths of my loss In my hearts silent

My path

I hate that I pass where it happened everyday that I go to school, On that straight road so much pain and hurt why was I such a fool? Those 2 apartment buildings seem so mysterious now, Why is it still bothering me anyhow? Every time I drive past the apartment on the right, I

Era’s?

I like to add milk and honey to my tea. I like to write at 2am in my nightgown by candlelight. I like to take strolls in the rose gardens in dramatic dresses. I like to be courted like I am in a old romance novel. I like to pick flowers and cook homemade meals.