The Greatest Actor

I'm a poet. I'm a loner. I'm a social butterfly. I'm a beauty. I'm a reject. I'm anything you want me to be.

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At a Hotel

I’m here, finding solace.
Sometimes it lies downstairs
in a vodka tonic, or in the stride
of a couple crossing the street
on a Friday night. And other times
it lies between the sheets of my bed, or
within the breath of a hot shower
and room service. When all is
said and done, a single black coffee
will paint my tongue with the
malignancy of an empty room,
until I find the courage to escape
to the reality outside this lonesome retreat.

Staring through the Cosmos

Most nights

it feels like someone
knocked out a
piece of my tooth

and called it
the Moon.

Was it you?

Because I
feel sore

looking at the
lonely orb, as it
floats out of reach

for eternity.

For the record…

No one has ever bought me flowers.

Halon

Put out
   this fire

        electric;

it
   burns
         like a
            current

     running
through
  and

through.

Easy If You Try

Just
imagine

what the
media
would do

if
John Lennon’s
world

was a dream
come true—

            First, you’d smile.
                 Then get upset.
      Then turn on the news—

                                              and forget.

Spilled Ink

I spill
ink
because
my
body
is a
rubber
stamp
and I
want to
leave
impressions
on the
pages.

witchevrmedia replied to your post: Confession

this describes perfectly of this guy i know! coolest dude ever, but too young for me, and basically is exactly how you wrote here

There are so many people out there who feel this way, and their feelings remain tucked away since they rarely speak up. I wanted to give him a voice. He’s a very nice guy who seems to be overcoming his demons. He’ll definitely open up with more time and growth.

I think it’s so important for people to reach out to others who are lost inside themselves. Be patient. Be compassionate. Show them how to love themselves and others. You can only do so much, but just the smallest bit of consideration goes a long way. Life is hard enough doing it on your own, and connecting with others makes the journey all the more beautiful.

If you’re going to be an insomniac, you might as well be an insomniac who writes poetry.