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lucille-flott
lucille-flott
American
The stars shine down on your face like a million lights telling me where to place my hand on yours or my hand on his just let me know where your love is in the morning light 'cause you got me trapped in a box afraid to go nowhere can't find, i can't find a way out i'll be moving backwards, a movin' back so just come on, come on find your way home And I could be, you could be my morning light But I throw it away on cigarettes and boys I could ho---ld the world But I take another sip Take another hit , let it in, oh-- let you in let you in but ya gotta let me know am i just a love you want to see or a love you want to love tell me--oh tell me am i a morning girl or just a late night good time 'cause you got me trapped in a box afraid to go nowhere can't find, i can't find a way out i'll be moving backwards, a movin' back so just come on, come on find your way home or let me find mine
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
Box
no we did not and i have nothing to do
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 6:39 PM UTC
mother
Your fingers ran up and down my arms like ants skittering back to their home i felt a prickle, a chill i couldn't tell if i wanted to be held to run along your surface so fast, you could never catch up or if i wanted to be crushed under the weight of your shoe
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 5:46 PM UTC
Tiny Bug Legs
You wish the world looked the same As it did through those glasses You try to make wishes off of mascara clumped eye lashes But then we wake up to find that our dreams are not real what is home? what is home? Because home is not where my heart is with yours Because my heart is with the stars in the sky but i'm not afraid of heights i'm just afraid of falling falling falling falling for you
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Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Heights
The world watched him go insane. He loved it.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 7:47 PM UTC
15
She wished she'd had a sister
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
Alone
Feeling torn down, just waste on the floor, is when I feel my safest, because, it’s these times that I actually feel human. Being stuck on the floor, bare and sopping with tears, let’s me know that I matter to myself
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May 1, 2014
May 1, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
Human
Take my head to the pillow Drown me in my sleep She said Grow me up Grow me down But blindfold yourself Then look all around The clock is reaching for me Dragging me along I feel so unsteady She said Please make me feel tall So take me home Unravel me, seep into my bones Just smother me in time Weave your words into mine Hands soft spoken she said mind loud to the touch Take your sorrows and give it to my dreams she said please don't worry, even though i'm cracking at the seams just give me your love and i'll give you mine i'm breaking down, crumbling up i thought i told you i was fine she said time is gone
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 11:59 AM UTC
Mind Loud to the Touch
You can't make a wish off of a mascara clumped eyelash. Using tears and chocolate to make up for the absence of people in your life. You are woven into your bed, watching inspirational Netflix movies. Feeling welcome into the arms of every teen angst indie film. It ends. You’re alone. You take a sip of the 5 day old room temperature water Sitting on your bed stand Up comes a ring of wood with the cup. Rub your grease caked face. Think about showering. One more show. Tomorrow you plan to run. Eat healthy. New life, new you. Wake up, run 2 miles. Think about becoming raw vegan and a marathon runner. Go buy fruits and veggies. How do people live without bread? Let veggies go bad. Too hung over to run the next day Start again tomorrow. Don’t start again tomorrow. Go get fries and shake because you deserve it. Determine you’re ok with becoming morbidly obese To the point of immobility. Open backpack. See laptop. Repeat.
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 11:17 AM UTC
The Day in the Life of ...Well a lot of America’s Youth
Finding a balance between the reality I’ve built for myself, and the reality that is real, is the hardest thing that I have yet to do.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC
I'm 19 and think I'm a Genius. It's Just my Age.