thank you, at least, for that for not lying to me
Author Archives: thewandereroftheworlds
parting gift
i am leaving this cursed place my pathetic excuse of a home i thank you for giving me the basic needs but i spite you for the deeds you allowed humans to do within this house is cursed and i wish to leave something for the future saying “this house is cursed, you can neverContinue reading “parting gift”
sort of sadness
i kiss you with a sort of sadness in my eyes we are both broken, picking up the pieces you, a lover me, a father together we are happy but that sadness remains when she comes up in conversation my fury burns or my guilt consumes when he comes up in conversation you sit backContinue reading “sort of sadness”
summer blues
you and i have made a mistake we have waited too long and now, it may be too late
obligation
you are free from her, my love the only things that remains is old emotions, sadness that wear you down in the night of regrets, and something that just wasn’t meant to be take that freedom and run because i still hold an obligation to her, no matter how much i try i cannot breakContinue reading “obligation”
subject
take everything away from her see what becomes of this, this human test her, break her, see what becomes of her
time capsule
who have i become? a little girl asks a big girl they are the same, same eyes, same hair but the little girl does not know pain, while it surrounds her the big girl lives with pain, within her and around her one has big blue eyes one has grey eyes one is full oneContinue reading “time capsule”
forgive but goddamn, i do not forget
sometimes it is so hard to realize that i have to forgive others when the world around me each plant each storm each animal each of everything is eye for an eye tooth for a tooth
i sneer into their faces and laugh
remember future the poem i wrote? now i see myself the same and there will be an engineer and there will be an artist but that baby won’t be theirs the future is changing and they, they have finally realized it
in the end
in the end my friend after all of our trials after all of our joys we will be together in the end
a poet's confessional 