gypsy97
The name's Savannah, and I'm hella gay. I'm a writer, painter, and I live to read. I'm weird and my social skills are seriously lacking. I think too much and talk too little, I frequently engage in full frontal nerdity, I have a VERY dirty sense of humor, and I make way too many 'that's-what-she-said' jokes.
Come lay under the stars with me,
Listening to Stevie sing the songs
That seem like they were written just for us.
Come play with me,
When I want to feel young again.
Catch me, catch me, catch me if you can.
Then lay on the floor with me
When our heaving lungs
Remind us that we're no longer 10 years old.
Come curl up with me
On this couch, under this blanket,
And watch this movie with me.
I know you wont complain,
Even though we've watched it a million times.
Come sing with me in the bathtub
As we give each other shampoo Mohawks
And bubble bath beards.
Sing to me my favorite song
And I'll sing to you that lullaby you like.
Come lay in bed with me
When our day is done.
I want to curl up with you,
Even though this bed is huge
You know I will always end up
Right on your side by morning
But you never seem to mind.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:46 AM UTC
Breathe...Breathe...Breathe...
Don't leave me alone...
I feel like I'm coming out of my skin...
Suffocation is such a sorry way to go.
Breathe...Breathe...
Please save me...
The water's getting deep and I can't swim.
Breathe...
I can't breathe.
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
She feels herself teetering on the edge of an abyss,
yet she can't bring it out of herself to care.
Looking down into the empty, black darkness,
she finds herself feeling curiosity.
Not fear.
She wonders what would come of herself
if she took that tiniest step forward.
Sitting there on the edge,
dangling her feet against the jagged, broken edges- scraping.
She feels, for lack of a better word, content.
Danger nor safety touch her in this moment.
Of course, in the back of her mind,
she knows that one small push off and she will fall.
Fall into free darkness, liberated.
The small white light that illuminated where she once stood
becoming a faint memory
as it grows smaller and smaller,
eventually being extinguished from her sight.
She would close her eyes
and feel as though she were weightless.
The numbness this moment would hold
runs through her veins
as she stares out into the all consuming blackness,
mentally taking that final jump,
the last leap of faith.
Physically grasping onto anything that will hold,
needing to feel it's solidness on the earth,
something to draw strength from.
A life line.
Standing there on the edge of an end,
she finds a beginning.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 10:03 AM UTC
Wake me up
when this life is over.
It's not worth the time
it takes to learn
how to survive.
Wake me up
when this lifetime ends
Just another notch
in the bedpost
of time
Paging Mister Sandman
to take me away
into a sleep
an escape
to wake when it is over
Wake me up.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:39 AM UTC
Some days
I feel like I'm floating
outside of my own body.
This unsettling feeling
of not being all there...
Some days
I feel as though I'm
weighed to the ground.
Like anchors tied to my feet...
Some days
I feel like I'm floating
on a cloud
nothing and no one could
bother me...
But some days
I feel nothing.
This big void inside of me..
Black hole of nothing
turning in on itself...
yes...
Some days I feel Nothing
A lot.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
Split my skin open
make me feel your pain.
Who made you hurt so bad, baby?
All the anger and un-shed tears
you keep bottled up
are about to explode.
Break me open when you hurt
cut into me with your words
let them flow out of you and into me
I will make you
Whole again.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
The heat laps at her skin,
and now she can't breathe again.
Play with fire and you'll only get hurt,
but no one know she likes the burn.
Blistered flesh warps her skin,
playing as battle scars
against the war within herself.
Winning at a losing game
is no Victory.
May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
Pull the plug before it gets too deep.
Keep up with the flow, it's rising steep.
You wouldn't want to drown
Before you had the chance to swim.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC
Every time I move
I can feel you on my skin-
burned into my flesh
Kiss me-
bite me-
hold me close
I want to feel you again
fresh- just under my skin.
I can feel you when I sleep.
Your hands-
Your lips-
Pressed against me.
Bruise me-
Mark me-
Make me yours.
I want to feel you
from wherever you are.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
People underestimate the importance of a Sunrise
Sun and clouds painted a shade of fire you wouldn't believe.
Passing by seemingly lifeless houses
Where in their darkness,
There are the dreamers.
Illusions flood through them like blood
Coursing hot through veins.
Alive.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 2:59 PM UTC