Mike Frawley

May 30

Shed no tears as I cry inside

nerdynini:

Pretending i don’t feel
Is easier than crying in your presence My shame is with me
My carry on bag
It follows me taunting me
Ill be here
Ill always be apart of you
To slice my arm
Realeasing the weight
On my shoulders
I only wish
Now you jump on top
Climbing my worries
Claiming the land of my torture
King to my city
Judging my every decision
You find me guilty
as I plea for innocence
Still I will not cry in your presence

A Victim of Convenience: For J.P., who remained -

victim-of-convenience:

Too often, more than what was fair, I turned
to you
mistaking strength an answer to
the weaknesses that fear imbues
in those that fail to understand what truly makes
one bold

Some answers we weren’t ever meant to know
my friend
among them is what happens when
you’ve seen the very worst in men

mikefrawley:

I prayed that once I’d catch your smile
and loved you more each passing day
Kismet cried out, how could she ever
since you never loved you anyway  

Cielo Verde

splintersandmilkshakes:

I would like to wrap myself in a cloud
and paint the sky
the color of his Spanish eyes.

Then cut out a million stars
in the shape of his heart
to adorn this magnificent revise.  

Alone I shan’t ever be
amidst each evening’s
solitary essence.

For I need only gaze up
at this infinite masterpiece
and be infused with his everlasting presence.

Timeless

thissilentstorm:

Like windows to another world
I see reflected in your eyes
the burnished golden sky unfurled
pure beauty of these caramel skies
the quiet passing sweep of time
the volumes spoken without word
and faint the distant tower chime
full seven times its voice is heard
but in this place that I have found
there is no sense of being late
and in this heaven I look around
convinced I’ve found at last my fate
this land where earth and sky have met
no difference ‘tween sun rise or set.

Tell Me

aquietjoy:

Four year old half painted walls 

Silent guitars and twice read books

The vacuum between us 

Is more vast than the room

But I still can’t remember when

Everything died

Gracious Words.: graciouswords: Upon the sterile canvas, white,heartfelt letters... -

graciouswords:

Upon the sterile canvas, white,
heartfelt letters crimson red;
forming words you long to hear
that until now, were left unsaid.

Yet not because I do not want
nor care to share emotions true;
of this I wish and nothing else
but can’t, because of you.

For every time our eyes…

maddiefaceartpants:

Peace teaches me that there
are storms.
Big storms.
Angry storms.
The clouds the color of the night,
and the flashes of light reminding me
that I am not big,
that light breaks darkness
And that rain and wind bring life.
Peace teaches me
to look those storms in the face,
to step out,
into that darkness,
teaches me that the lighting
will break into the darkness and
show me ways.
Peace teaches me that there are storms.
Peace teaches me not to fear them. 

By Candlelight

10000sidewalks:

How many people have I killed,

While my eyes were closed?

We’ve this penchant, you see

For bones

Because we know when we hear

Those dreaded words,

“The end.”

(As every bedtime story must)

We’re stripped away

All the same

the rigidity to limit me

toplessnostalgia:

the one who drew my blueprint
didn’t get to see me grow—
it’s an architect from a distant land
that defined my success and woe.

expectations from such a robot
give no proof that they apply
to a mere subject like myself,
but God knows I have to try.

i want to be a reason this world
would say it’s working well,
but i was chiseled into skeleton
before i even left my shell.

The Brash Poet: There are things that you will never knowThere are emotions that I’ll... -

zarithelostlegend:

There are things that you will never know

There are emotions that I’ll never show

When you hurt me,

When you cut me,

I’ll bleed, but I won’t scream

I’ll never let such satisfaction rest on your face

I know how you’d like to see me writhe in pain

Darling, I’d rather die

Than bring…

Prove You Exist: Snake Woman -

jhayjhaythejetplane:

Imagine the loneliness
one would feel
if the windows to their lover’s soul
was locked from the inside.
They say folklore branded her a monster,
but she’s nothing more
than a desperate lover,
longing for a bond between her and a mortal
but the second she
stares into their eyes,
they…

roggyscanvas:

Let it rain quiet
Let it rain peace
O Moon of the night
I’m sorry but it’s not you
I seek
Point me to the stars
In them is a face I search
If you can’t give me that
Then let it rain -
Let it rain quiet
Let it rain peace