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Austin B May 2015
BFF
Spending the day with your best friend and then kissing her on the lips is one of the best feelings in the world.

Only then you realize how lucky you really are.
Austin B Apr 2015
Life is simple.
It is but a journey to find that smile,
that smile that lifts your heart
and rejoices your soul.
Once you find it everything else feels trivial.
  Apr 2015 Austin B
R
Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders
Let me walk upon the waters
Wherever You would call me
Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander
And my faith will be made stronger
In the presence of my Savior
A song I can't sing anymore without crying, but will forever be one of my favorites. I woke up that morning crying and didn't know why, and then I went into the shower and put this song on while I was in there (which I never do) and I just started bawling, I guess my soul knew before I truly did. God is always looking out for us and trying to prepare us for life's worst. But when you have Him, life seems just a bit easier. Don't lose God even though you've lost me. Please.
Austin B Apr 2015
Some say that it is unfair.
Unfair for the cosmic intoxication that I can feel.
Unfair for the ability to obliterate my surroundings
and sink into her exhilarating aura.
The power to visually experience instrumental weightlessness,
an exuberant eruption of colourful lush masquerading the sky,
the fixative pulse attached to her heart.
Floating above the universe and holding on to all the stars
as I escape in her smile.
Some say that it is unfair.
  Mar 2015 Austin B
Just a Girl
This dirt is my skin,
I breathe sin,
My heart beats in pain.
I see my face,
The true one,
I see the reality.

The devil won its game,
I am soul-less,
Just breathing.
Nothing will change.
Miracles don't
Happen here.

From alcoholic father,
To my mom's
Consistent unhappiness,
When did you walk with me god?

Born as unfortunate
Accident,
Holding my mother's
coursing as my destiny,
I am always a failure.

I only made him up
to be delusional,
For survival,
but you let me
Destroy me.

I still pray every night:
Please don't make me
wake up tomorrow.
Every morning
I realize your indifference.

Miracles don't happen here.
Austin B Mar 2015
Oh how my contorted emotions remain captive in this futile, abysmal misery.
I wish I could paint my heart onto this canvas of poetic
longevity.
I want to create words that dance and glow inside your mind at
night.
Thoughts levitating out of my
body.
Engulfed in this chaos.
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