My childhood, what a rosy picture. The Texas drought was over. You could see the dewy leaves, on the wet sidewalk. The tree’s, so grand, towering over me. The sun peeks through the branches, and a beam of light meets my eye. I see gold dust gleaming, glittering, glowing; which makes my yellow sundress twirl round, and round, and round. The clouds blush pillows of rosy gold. A light airy mist lands delicately in my caramel colored hair. No worries, no responsibilities.
All the grass is wet, and green again.
I am happy.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
Inhaling loudly, she is mindful and content. She stands in the center of the skyscraper building, swamped by the tick of high heels and chatter. She is hesitant and anxious, but composed. A number of scenarios go through her head, as a mass of bodies walk past her small frame. She goes for it, and walks confidently toward him. She clutches onto her files and folders. He sees her now, he smiles. The small interaction makes her stumble, and her hands let loose, papers floating through the air and swiftly skimming the floor of the office building. He helps her gather the papers, and they both stand tall, inches away from each other. “I’m such a clumsy, I mean I’m such a clutz.” He laughs, she laughs.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
i feel like i'm missing something, but i don't know what it is. when i was more immature and naive i assumed it was a lover. someone that would make my depressed mind whole again. but i realized i don't need someone else to make me happy. 2 years later and i still feel this empty feeling.
i guess i'll just wait a little longer...
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
I hate how I'm not doing anything with my life. I'm young and I should be having fun but instead I'm always sad and hating life. It gives me a sick feeling because I know one of these days I'll look back and think why the hell was I wasting my youth just moping around when I could have been enjoying life. I feel like I have no good memories to look back on but God forbid I can't stop feeling this way.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 11:53 AM UTC
she always crossed the street so suddenly,
she would stand right on the curb as cars flew past her.
she wanted to drop out of high school.
run away, and just live her ******* life.
she hated being tied down to something or someone.
she taught me life shouldn’t be taken so seriously
and to live in the moment more often.
she was this mysterious, fearless girl
who wanted nothing more than to figure out this huge ****** up world.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 11:28 PM UTC
they told me i was too young,
but what the hell did they know.
so what if i was in love with a boy
who always had messy hair and
eyes the color of the sea during a storm.
after years of being silent
i found someone who would listen,
rides in the backseat of a truck,
wind blowing my hair,
old rock music playing on the radio,
drinking coffee at 10 pm.
you made it seem okay to be so different.
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 11:24 PM UTC
I could write a million
Poems about that particular moment,
With our bodies so close together,
And my heart beating out of my chest.
The way you traced along my skin
ever so slightly
With your finger tips making me shiver.
You always said you loved my poems,
You said they made you feel free
And that you only wanted me.
So here I am writing a poem,
All & only for you.
And I just wanted to say,
I only want you too.
Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 12:45 PM UTC
We are constantly blinded to true beauty, blinded to the light in good. We fall into darkness, we feel alone & we feel like we're not good enough. We feel like we can't measure up, and we get scared that we won't be excepted in the world. What we don't ask our self is why would we ever want to be excepted into this cold place called home. A place where beauty can only be judged by appearances, but in reality beauty is so much more. We take all these flawless things for granted, and we pass them up every day. We have eyes, but we choose not to see. We don't focus on the small things in life like the simplicity and the utterly outstanding beauty, we just focus on objects and what a person has. I know what it feels like to be unhappy, to be judged by how you look and to fake a smile at school. To act like everything is fine but really inside it's killing you. You just want to break down and let it all out but you just can't. So why is this world so fake, why do we judge each other, why are we mean? Life isn't to fulfill desire, but rather to eliminate it. To eliminate what you are told you need to have.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:58 PM UTC
I don't understand how you can smile all day long but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change but the people in them do. How your best friend can become your worst enemy, or how strange it is when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you'd do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn't live without. How even though you know something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second of their time with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much to spare. How people make promises despite how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives just because it's easier than working it out.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
i drink
not to forget,
but to relive
my former life; my spotless mind
i drink to see
the other me, before
the pills and knives
and screaming cries
hatred is consuming me
and the worst part is,
i love it.
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC