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I used to believe,
My life was bland

It was set on hopes,
And built in sand.

All The things we did,
We never planned

But we labeled it
" The Life"

We didnt care,
Just who was there.
What we did,
Or where we were.

All we ever did,
was try and feel,
"Alive"

So if I don't know,
Just where to go,

I hope you'll let me,
Take it slow,

Give me patience,
And Time to grow,

Let's share a smile,
And let it flow.
Not done yet. criticism encouraged.
Screaming

Into

Little

Empty

Nothings,

Completely

Excommunicated
It can't just be me,
So stuck in the sky,
Were breathing it in,
Just to get by,

As  smiles exchanged,
the stars rearranged,
The feelings we had,
Will cover the page

So don't try and judge,
Or tell me a lie,
All just because,
I learned how to fly.
 Jan 2014 Alli Dalzell
Allisen
I don't know why I hate myself so much.
How can I loath the body I was gifted,
Cry over the sincereness of my very own personality.
How can I tear down the height of my happiness,
Look myself in the delusive mirror just to accept it's biting lies.
How can I break this beastly habit?
I saw reds,
Yellows,
Blues,
There was them,
Me and you,
Each of us,
Made of two,
Kept on falling,
Falling through.

Into the lense,
it all must bend,
Every start,
shifts to an end,
Heart and mind,
Begin to mend,
When colors
Dont cease to blend.

Purple dreams,
And blue notes,
Singing out
our orange hopes.

Green leaves,
Long to last,
Brown ones,
Of the past.

Violet,
Indigo,
Seem to be,
all we know,
Neon pink,
Says hello,
when it kicks,
stay mellow.

If All our eyes,
Just want to play,
Let my Kaleidoscope,
Save the day.
I'm stripped.
Flipped inside out.
Every emotion I've ever had for you
kept locked away within this ribcage
is now laid bare.
As I stand here,
exposed before you,
The brutal honesty of my love for you is now clear.

The 206 bones in my body have been
etched with the 206 love letters
that I've written to you in my head.
Every impulse I have shoots from my brain
at the speed of 170 miles per hour,
racing through 46 miles of nerves,
reminding 640,000 sense receptors of their need to
touch you
smell you
taste you.
Though I am just a humble man
comprised of 60 chemical elements,
my heart beats your name
100,000 times per day.
25 trillion red blood cells act as messengers,
carrying word of your beauty across
60,000 miles of veins, arteries, and capillaries.
Every fiber of my being consumed with
one thought.
You.
We had Tie Dye hopes,
and hash laced dreams,
Smoke covers up,
Our heartfelt screams.

I was in pain,
and so were you,
That's the only thing,
I feel is true.

Numb me,
Numb me,
Numb me more,
I would smile,
as you'd implore.

My Fingers covered,
in the lightest green,
as I packed the bowl,
for my hippy queen.

Foot thongs,
and dream catchers,
little things,
That ease pressure.

Black leather,
a Devilish smile,
We were happy,
for a while.
I don't think you realize the effect you're having on me.
I'm catching myself doing things differently in the hopes that you'll notice me.
I'm diving head first into rose bushes to pick you a flower.
I'm turning back all the clocks in my house so you'll stay for just one more hour.
I'm listening to every love song in reverse in search of a missing verse.
The mere utterance of your name has become my curse.
Reminding me, that at this moment, I am not next to you.

You.

I would define you as angelic, but the gods above bow before you in reverence.
Any semblance of beauty in the world must be reassessed.
The meaning of the word must be redefined.
I'll happily go blind if it means keeping the image of you burning in my mind.
Thoughts swirling in my head ignite the passion that now burns like wildfire.
Scorching every fact, theory and opinion I've ever had
until all that is left is you.

You.
I still remember the time you hit me.
I should have realized how much you cared.
Fearing the impending destruction of our relationship
I rushed to build a wall to protect myself.
Your fist crashed into my temple
Like a hurricane tossing a flurry of waves along the beach,
Taking a little of me every time you pull away.

I won't say you were wrong.
I went against your grain for so long
That eventually you splintered.
And now I find myself digging the slivers of you
From my memory.
Stinging reminders of what we had.
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