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 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Rj
Everyday the images come back
And everyday I want to throw up
And bang my head against something
Hard enough to make me stop feeling
 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Day
I've adopted a noise,
and named him silence.
Anxiety comes,
when he leaves.
in such a good mood
 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Day
Once,I knew a girl so well
her eyes were bright and bold
her tongue had ,oh, so much to tell
and all of it was told

She skipped with childish joy and glee
Always squealing in delight
Arms swinging wild and free
Smiling big and bright

In life, the farthest she had gone,
was up and down her street.
A scooter and a backpack on
the pavement slapped her feet.

"Don't go beyond where I can spot.",
her mother often said.
"I know, I know, I will not."
The girl answered,and nodded with her head.

As it always seems to do,
unknown lurked in her mind,
but mother said no to you
she often did remind

But that smirk and joy did return
and ,Oh, how could it not?
She was ten and she would learn,
of all that she had sought.

Puffed her chest and started off,
she couldn't be scared now.
Without a tremble or a cough,
she made herself a vow.

Turn the corner, yes I will!
No waver in her mind.
My mamma said to be still,
but I am not that kind.


But before the corner could she had,
Streetlights began to shine.
She turned back and sighed a tad,
"Tomorrow its surely mine"

For as I said, she was but ten,
and only 4 feet high.
Her bedtime came time and again,
but still she'd always try.

But time when on and on my friend
and sometime far away
when time at home came to an end,
*she wished that she could stay
Please tell me what you think!!
 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Xyns
The colors are darker-
Blending together to be grey,

The magic is bitter-
It's sweet flavor ran away,

The cold has gotten meaner-
The heat has given in to decay,

The rot is much quicker-
Seeping deeper day by day,

The struggles are harder..

*Due to the fact that you've gone away...
 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Xyns
I am the phantom
That walks through the halls
Of your sad, empty mind.

I am the spirit
That reminds you, endlessly,
Of the reality you left behind.

I am the ghost*
That keeps you awake and afraid
Of facing another pitiful day.
 Sep 2016 A Cup Of Sunbeams
Xyns
She'd walk but
She stumbles

She'd sing but
She mumbles

Her whole life
Just crumbles
*And she lets it die
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