pluie d'été

pluie d'été Apr 2014

existance

the triumphant
sun
sets
and rises
at once

with
the knowledge
of the moon's
two-sided
existance

pluie d'été Apr 2014

the end

I have been writing a story
And I know the end
But I can’t write it
Because he dies

pluie d'été Apr 2014

stationary

The petals fell
And turned pink
Against the white
As if they were ashamed
Of blending in
With something stationary

pluie d'été Apr 2014

Muse

I usually write
To breathe
But I can’t
Anymore

Do I need a muse
A man
Who makes me
Swoon
With heady phrases
And kisses
Imprinted
Against my wrist
Or a brilliant
Thunderstorm
That sweeps against me
Like a monsoon
Or a flower
Whose petals
Are breaking
Apart
And blowing in the wind
Or a sadness
Devastating
Like winter

Words
I miss you

#frustrated

pluie d'été Apr 2014

Untitled

My keyboard
Makes sounds
Like a piano
In the evening
Spilling the sky’s
Empty
Inky
Darkness
Onto white pages
That all look the same
In the beginning

I would stand
On the railroad tracks

If it meant
That I could feel
Again

Apr 2014

Sammy Whitelaw

angry

WHAT THE **** CHANGED
WHY DIDNT IT WORK
WHY DONT I EXIST TO YOU
WHEN YOU EXIST IN EVERY
******* THING IN THIS
STUPID ******* WORLD
I SEE YOU EVERYWHERE
I SEE YOU IN THE ******* SKY
WHEN IM SMOKING LONELY CIGARETTES
AT 4 IN THE MORNING
I SEE YOU IN THE STRANGERS THAT
WALK PAST WITH BLANK FACES
BUT WHAT HURTS THE MOST IS THAT
I CANT EVER SEE YOU AGAIN.

S.W

this is angry writing
im so angry at you
im so angry at me