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  Jan 2019 Alexus Davis
ardnaxela
That  
was me
that told my Self
that  
it is okay  
to weep,
that  
it is okay    
to hurt
That  
was me
that told my Self
that  
it is okay    
to steep,
that  
it is okay  
to heal
That  
was me
that told my Self
that  
it is okay    
to let go,
that  
it is okay  
to give
That  
was me
that told my Self
that  
it is okay    
to breathe,
that  
is okay    
to live
That  
was me
that told my self
that it is okay.
To every person who got it up out the mud, you my people.
1-12-19, 3:04 am.
Alexus Davis Jan 2019
Dear Romeo
You left me here alone I thought you would stick to the plan
How could I have known
Now I can never say goodbye
Or tell you I love you again
I missed your last call
Now we’ll never get a chance
to talk about our son we’d name Montague or you just being my coworker again
And the worse part is
I thought we’d agreed on it how could you leave me here like this
                                Love,  
Juliet
Alexus Davis Jan 2019
It felt so real
That’s why I’m here
Explaining to you
Trying my best
It was so terrifying
That dream
Nightmare

Something’s haunting me
And I tried so hard
But I couldn’t scream
3:38am Saturday January 12 2019
Alexus Davis Jan 2019
I want to sleep lying in his arms
Him bear hugging me
I wake up sometimes
Scared half to death
And god whispers to me and tells me
To let that man hold me
But I can’t
He can’t
I can never sleep with him
Alexus Davis Jan 2019
Why are you like this ?
Make up your mind
Who are you ?
Do something productive with yourself
Stop fearing what you don’t know
And dwelling on what you can’t control
It takes strength to hate and be miserable
So are you even stronger enough to stick to your goals
You stress and worry about the wrong things
Baby girl
Put your soul at ease
  Jan 2019 Alexus Davis
Sara
When did I stop trusting you?
I didn't even notice it.
When did I stop listening,
start thinking you were full of it?

Convinced I'd heard it all before,
read all the writing on the wall.
I'd smile, and nod, then close the door.
I won't believe you anymore.

Why did I stop trusting you?
I never even wanted to.
The sky, it just turned inside out
when I first lent my ear to doubt.
'Full of it' is an English phrase which means full of **** btw
  Jan 2019 Alexus Davis
Dennis Willis
We are so deeply prejudiced
when we Act
from fear





Copyright@2018 Dennis Willis
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