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

The world is beautiful in my mind

My words boomerang off of your temporal lobe.My loneliness is building up, I might implode.“I’m listening,” you say, but I can feel you aren’t.My sky blue eyes begin a rapid torrent.I just want someone to understand and listen to my poetic ramblings.To let me cut loose and release my strings.I’ve never felt like I’ve belonged,

Mindless Art

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

Bruise

In my heart, there’s an outline of you.I tried to fix it but nowadays it only knows black and blue.I really love him but I know I miss you.I wish you the best I really do it’s just the emptiness in my chest. It feels like an open wound, only lessening when I’m with you.

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.

Moon Flower

Upon a balcony there, he stands.A mysterious man, his silhouette framed only by moonlightWith his dreams and cigarette in his hands.Between his clouds of smoke, I often wonder.Who hurt him this bad that he has to injest all of this poisonWhat’s eating him inside will anything ever curb his hunger.I sit and watch him every

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.