Sadness and grief shrouded
her heart like a storm:
left aching with a world breaking,
yearning to be protected entirely
without fear of loss or separation,
an endless thought in the dark.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 10:40 PM UTC
Slight wondering for an instant,
like a soft surrender,
strayed into her existence
like a burning embrace.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
a smoke shadow
the uncertain tremble
a mind fiercely
dreaming - a - dark - melody
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
Is there anything in the world
sadder than unrequited love?
I’m not talking about romance;
that’s a completely different story.
But I mean loving someone
so deeply only to find
they barely think of you.
Missing someone so much
and crying yourself to sleep
only to find they get annoyed
when you reach out to them.
Craving their love and attention
only to find they think you’re needy.
This. This feeling. This is what I believe
is the equivalent to swallowing sand
every time you talk to that one person.
Breaking apart inside and drowning
as you slowly realize you are nothing.
Nothing special to the one you hold dear.
That is what I consider unrequited love.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
He looms over her
greedy eyes, a crooked sneer
that croons–Up at last?
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:17 PM UTC
A mber leaves and golden fields glisten in the morning sun
as farmers work each day to finish the harvest.
After all is done, the warmth of family welcomes them home.
U nfazed by the moonlight, a football field fills to the brim
as school colors filter into the stands full of hopeful fans.
All the while, friends huddle under blankets avoiding the chill.
T rucks fill pumpkin patches as families pick out decorations for
their porches,
and friends enjoy corn mazes, hayrack rides, and haunted trails.
The excitement for Halloween grows like a wildfire as the day
draws near.
U nder each roof, families come together for Thanksgiving:
savory turkey, green beans, and pumpkin pie.
The rest of the day is spent visiting with satisfied appetites.
M any girls search their closets to find sweaters
for warmth and comfort as they try to ward off the crisp autumn
air.
Wrapped in soft, cozy cotton, the evening soon becomes as
exciting as ever.
N othing can compete with all I love about fall:
candy apples, pumpkin spice, sweaters, and fallen leaves.
Needless to say, I am partial to the
chilly nights,
Halloween frights,
and football lights.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:12 PM UTC
Five years old
and oh, so bold!
To the girls, she tried to be nice
but to them, it would not suffice.
Eight years and she agonized
over what she soon realized.
She was different from the rest.
They only thought of her as a pest.
At ten she looked for answers
to soothe her growing fears.
Fears of whispers at the cafeteria table
making her become unstable.
It was thirteen years
and there were the tears.
“Why don’t you just die?”
She could only ask why...
Sixteen was the end.
Never again would she mend.
Their words were the relentless dark
that shrouded her gentle heart.
How was it that at eighteen
this had not been foreseen?
Because of their constant tormenting,
she sought a permanent way to end the hurting.
Apr 30, 2019
Apr 30, 2019 at 3:08 PM UTC