Sitting in her favorite seat
in her dad's pick-up truck
between mom and dad
she admired them both
as they looked at each other and laughed
she was the happiest.
in the blink of an eye,
it was gone.
she felt the breeze in her hair
glass shattering
seeing the fear in her mothers eyes
and the shock in her fathers
as she reached to grasp everything before it was gone.
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 7:52 PM UTC
the plane started straight down.
she looked at her mother
Who just smiled
and sang.
with tears running down her cheeks,
she sang.
she said they would travel the world.
Squeezing her daughters hand,
she wasn't scared
she was fearless
she looked death in the eye
and smiled
not because she was happy
but because her mother was right by her side
Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 7:44 PM UTC
we pour our souls and feelings out on paper
just to see if someone else will understand
a cry for help
a shared experience
trying to find the words to express the pain
the happiness
the confusion
It is like home on a rainy day
it is like rubbing ice on your skin on a hot day
what would life be without it?
a wordless mess.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 2:07 AM UTC
Te vi de una distancia,
se me fue el alma del cuerpo.
sentía mis piernas convertirse en gelatina.
no pude respirar.
escalofrios por todo mis hombros,
que lindo brillo tenian tus ojos
lo único que quise hacer,
fue quemar la luz de esas hermosuras.
paralizar tu alma,
hacerte sentir como yo me he sentido
por, demasiado tiempo
causar una alma pura,
convertirse en algo horrible.
desde entonces
supe que ibas a ser mi proxima victima.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
everyday is a never ending pain
like an endless hallway
to an injured soul
trying so hard to reach the end
and see the light, feel the warmth of its rays
wanting so bad to give up
thinking it would be better
no longer feeling pain
getting ready to write the letter
crying one last tear
life's to blame
for this never ending pain
Feb 8, 2019
Feb 8, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC
she goes about her day
smiling and greeting everyone with kindness
but inside she was grey
wishing to cure others emotional blindness
molding her face, mind, and emotions like clay
but she can't hide that she is in a mid-life crisis
her feelings are at bay
but once again, swaying away
to portray what the society wants to see.
how carefree is she.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 12:00 AM UTC
she stood at the top of the building
staring at the people living
walking around selfishly
unforgiving
speeding entities looking devilishly up at her
and laughing, who is she kidding?
her paranoia takes control
she sees herself fall gracefully
her body is what they stole
but her soul lingers peacefully.
an enigma, staring at the scene that took its toll
as an image that will never be forgotten.
like a paranoid Polaroid.
burnt into her eyes
Her own paranoid Polaroid.
Jan 30, 2019
Jan 30, 2019 at 1:01 AM UTC
for almost a lifetime, I've been stuck in this cage
i've attempted to love the cage
but in the end
it's still just a cage
yeah it has its pros
like you don't have to worry about those hoes
or which clothes
but it's still just a cage
she says that's just how it is
but it goes by me like a ****
how can it be just like this?
is everything the same?
will there be no change?
how can i push for change
when every shot that's fired
has no range
maybe im just tired
but as would you
if you were stuck in this cage
with no clue what to do.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:55 AM UTC
Sitting on the sand
With the cool ocean breeze
Singing childish songs
About sailing the open seas
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to when nothing else mattered
Except for a toy car and a barbie that’s tattered
As we all laughed and played games
Like nothing else mattered.
Our whole life ahead of us
But we lived in the moment
Now it’s just therapy and coffee beans
Now it’s just memories and what he means
Or what he meant.
From smiles in the sunshine to whatever this is
What happened?
Millions of thoughts racing through my mind
What happened?
Taking wrong turn in my path
No longer being able to breathe, feeling lifes wrath
Oh how i wish to go back
Back to sailing the open seas in childish song
Back to feeling the cool ocean breeze
With sand against my skin
Guess I gotta play along.
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 12:54 AM UTC