There goes my heart beating
'Cause you are the reason
I'm losing my sleep
Please come back now
There goes my mind racing
And you are the reason
That I'm still breathing
I'm hopeless now
I'd climb every mountain
And swim every ocean
Just to be with you
And fix what I've broken
Oh, 'cause I need you to see
That you are the reason
I have been walking towards you my entire life,
hopeful that one day we will meet
somewhere in the middle.
When it comes to love,
I have no interest in triangles.
I see no value in moving in never-ending circles either,
especially when the centre is always the heart of everything.
‘You are my centre.’
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I fell asleep
To your heartbeat
The solitude of your arms
The distance that lives between
You and I.
The rushing of your thoughts and dreams
Standing on top of me
I push you forward
So, you can grow
Kill myself with the lie
That my time to grow will come soon
All I see is your hopes come true
While inside me the lie lives
Waiting to be set free
Needing an outlet
waiting for them to come true
I need you to listen
That these lies are true?
The weight of your arms lay heavy
Turning a place of love
Into a garden of bitterness
This distance is deafening
The promises I needed to hear
Lay and rest with me
A grave of all my hopes and dreams;
Letting go is hard,
But it's feel amazing after we did it,
It's just like a new freedom for yourself 🕊
On this day in 2016, 49 people were killed and 53 were injured in a mass shooting Pulse nightclub in Orlando, Florida. This poem is called A Poem For Pulse.
Last night, I went to a gay bar
with a man I love a little.
After dinner, we had a drink.
We sat in the far-back of the big backyard
and he asked, What will we do when this place closes?
I don't think it's going anywhere any time soon, I said,
though the crowd was slow for a Saturday,
and he said—Yes, but one day. Where will we go?
He walked me the half-block home
and kissed me goodnight on my stoop—
properly: not too quick, close enough
our stomachs pressed together
in a second sort of kiss.
I live next to a bar...
This poem is to all those that have served in the Military around the world. This poem is titled The Uniform.
Of the sleeves, I remember their weight, like wet wool, on my arms, and the empty ends which hung past my hands.
Of the body of the shirt, I remember the large buttons and larger buttonholes, which made a rack of wheels down my chest and could not be quickly unbuttoned.
Of the collar, I remember its thickness without starch, by which it lay against my clavicle without moving.
Of my trousers, the same—heavy, bulky, slow to give for a leg, a crowded feeling, a molasses to walk in.
Of my boots, I remember the brittle soles, of a material that had not been made love to by a...
You are not defined as a person
by the people that choose to leave.
Do not let your thoughts wander
in the way they did.
It is easy to lose focus
when the ground beneath your feet
becomes unstable but it’s your ground,
it’s your piece of land,
the beautiful flowers will grow back.
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I’m looking forward to the day I that we meet. The day you decide to love me beyond my flaws. Tearing down every wall I’ve built from past hurt. Loving me so deeply that it radiates. I can’t help but to love myself. The moment you realize I’m all you’ve ever wanted and everything you’ll ever need. You’ll chose me, I’ll never be an option. I’ll feel the passion in our kiss, the way that we touch, unspoken words with endless energy. Only then will I understand why my past relationships didn’t work. I’ve met my soulmate, the one who completes me and provides comfort with his present. The one who chooses to stay because he doesn’t want to risk losing me. The one who’ll want to grow o...
I have found more morality
In the literature of authors
Such as Dostoyevsky
Than I have ever found
In any religious text.
You will never achieve the peace
you desire if you keep surrounding yourself
with people who emit a sound that differs from yours.
We all thrive at different frequencies;
you should never get to the point
where you become accustomed
to high level noise,
those that do,
end up becoming what they hear.
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And after the days of darkness that I've been through I can finally say I'm free, free of my own self...
And Oh God!, it taste like heaven!
Do not lay down
the tiles for me to step gingerly on,
I will not tread lightly
On the prison you've created.
Do not shake the dust off
Of old rusty boxes for me to enter into,
I will not decrease myself
Behind your thin, cardboard walls.
Do not bring out the puzzle
Your heart encompasses for me to decode lovingly,
I will not shave my soul to fit yours.
Do not look at me with disdain
As I resist these advances of yore,
I am no longer a fixer of your flaws,
I am no longer yours.
Remember that time in your life when you were just a child, and you had no friends, you had an imaginary one named Kiki.. Yeahhh... Those were the times where you had so much fun, so much comfort and so much peace.. Technically you were alone but not lonely. It was a blissful time of growth for you. You had no problem climbing that ladder to a better you, better confidence and better work ethics. You've changed so much and measured growth in life on your own terms. Then eventually Kiki wasn't needed any more, You were fine being alone.
But somehow he showed up, he became your Kiki, you always thought you weren't close like friends, but boy did it hurt when you lost him. When yo...
Rid me of the curse
And early death
Find me as a friend
Show me love
Return me to the beach
And cure the hurt
Amongst the empty void
Find me often
Fill my life and
Leave me not alone
Provide me now
A wife and home
Now you've flown away
I'm left to wonder if you're
Lonely where you are.
Now that you're free from the boundaries of this world, I hope you have found peace and comfort and that you aren't alone (and lonely) anymore.
#lonely #CMJuneChallenge #WritungPrompts
[the leg is mine, photo by my daughter, tattoo by Adam Teutelbaum @rcnj_tattoos ]
When all hope is lost
When all doors are closed
When living seems tough
And loneliness overdosed
It only needs a step
Forward and ahead
To find the light of hope
On the path that you tread
When the days are dark
And the nights stare at you
Only courage and perseverance
Will pull you through
It's never the end
Till you believe so
There is always a way
A way to go..
Nevertheless, it's a sunny day
When your sobs and hiccups are accompanied
By teeth that gnash in evident anger,
And reason that screams toward evident irrationality.
Nevertheless, it's quiet and lonely
When you look around you for fairytale fingers
That fit around your hands like a familiar glove,
And whisper the words you now narrate to yourself.
And nevertheless, it's a never-ending tale
Of deliberate disillusionment and dissociation,
Where Yesterday's burnt bridges and ropes torn,
Are repetitively repaired by Tomorrow's bricks and knots.
Its Nevertheless, never any less
For us to feel this or that way,
To feel the essence of ourselves,
To trudge on and fight for our day.
It was a matter of chance ,our meeting and I couldn't help but think that mysterious forces were in play to make our paths coincide that day. We walked side by side, with our backpacks on, laughing, oblivious to the rest of the world .I honestly thought that the moment would last forever.When we held hands under the starlit sky ,I realised that I had fallen for you . It wasn't too long before we drifted apart though.Unfortunately I'm a sucker for romance and delusional as maybe ,I still believe that someday we'll run into each other on the street and maybe we'll pick up right where we left off.