I know you're talking
I hear you
I know you're watching
I can feel your stare
I know you notice
When I leave the room
But it's how it feels
When all you are
Exists but it's not alive
I know you're talking
But I don't know why
I know you're watching
But why do you care
I know you notice
But why is it me
Slowly I stopped living
But I still existed
I was still breathing
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
*I was born with love, from my poet's heart
From his thoughts, he gathered my parts
I couldn't bring him praise, for his shining words
Silent without glory, I was left unheard*
Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 4:35 PM UTC
I faced my devils
Now you're facing yours
Are you keeping me around for security
Or do you mean it when you tell me
That you love me
I broke myself down
I bled myself dry
And it seems to me
That I'm watching with my broken eyes
As you do the same
I found my way back through the pain
That my method acting brought me
And now I can only sit and watch you
While you take your pen
And follow in suit
I'm trying to be okay
I'm trying not to push you away
But the devils I forgot to face
Are the ones that arise when love
Is at stake
I believe you when you say you love me
But it's been a while since I've been loved
And every time they leave me
For every reason they said they loved me
So forgive me
I'm still broken
I am whole in more ways than I ever was
But I'm still broken
When it comes to the thought
Of losing you
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
she hides
her tears
in the
rain.
she walks
around with
her heart
on her
sleeve.
she talks
about all
the things
everyone else
is too
afraid to
mention.
she thinks
about way
too many
things but
can still
force a
smile.
she knows
that in
order to
be loved,
you gotta
love yourself
first.
And that's
what she
is trying
to do.
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:41 PM UTC
It’s the year of you and don’t you forget.
Where happiness sits at the top of the list; but
smiles are reserved for those who deserve
the gems of your affection, shining so bright.
You’ll embrace those that enrich your existence.
The guardian angels and mad hatters, who
make your soul tap dance to the music of the mighty,
whilst unleashing a belly laugh like no other.
You’re a working woman who’s a work in progress.
Learning the art of adulthood
whilst darting in and out of Neverland,
a commute full of surprises.
You’ll see the light, or maybe just sense.
Realising that grades don’t measure success,
those pointless paper squiggles have nothing
on you.
It’s the year of you and you should be excited.
Because great things lie ahead for the
dreamers with a passion, so open your eyes
and get ready.
© Sarah Mullaney
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 12:38 PM UTC
Oh Honey,
You can't slither like a snake
Then act like you have a backbone
You can't burn the world down
And expect it to rise from the ash
If your cold heart finally thaws,
I hope you're crippled by the mess you've made
Because you can't clip a birds wings
And expect it to fly higher
Oh Honey,
You can't start a fire
Then expect not to be burned
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 9:20 PM UTC
I think I loved you out of my life.
Out of existence.
The shadow stayed, though
(as a gentlemen should)
Comforting,
Yet wistful
all in the same breath.
I don't really know how
or why
or when you dissolved,
really.
But I found after you faded
only half of you had left.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 11:45 PM UTC
Little boy, looked us straight in the eye
He jumped off the bed
And ****** himself saying
"It's pecker time"
He opened his mouth
And he pointed in
Because grandpa said
And grandpa did.
Little boy, four years old
Wouldn't sleep at night.
"The witch" he'd cry
"Lives in the street lamp.
The witch will come for me!"
He'd scream and cry.
No one knew why,
But grandpa did.
Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 8:50 PM UTC
You drink to what I have
And don't,
To what I want,
And lost.
Here's to you,
And your bitter soul.
Cheers.
Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 2:41 PM UTC
All I want is what I can't have
There's a plague in me
As I walk these streets
with the water soaking me
To the surface comes everything
that I kept buried
It feels like everything in me is collapsing.
I can feel the earth shake
It feels like I'm losing everything
I've ever held at an arms length.
Maybe it's meant to be
but I can feel it slipping away.
In this cold bitter storm
I walk in the streets.
When the drops of rain kiss my cheeks,
I close my eyes
And feel the things I hold in deep.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 3:05 PM UTC