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Austen girl Sep 2017
Wear all the pretty candy colours
Transparent eyes behind
Swinging Rainbow braids
I try to wear life
Death is eating me alive
There is no hiding
The storm always
Waiting in the wings
Underneath which
I thought I was safe
I was after all the eagle's child
Marked in blue ink on his shoulder
Leaning on walls thousands have leaned on
How many tears have these mirrors seen?
Flick those stormy eyes upward
The brown watered down
Like a second coffee from the same grounds..
Do they see how dark the world has become?
Planting one foot in front of the other
Grey sneakers through rainbow braids
I hold onto the sound, its sanity..
Everything else feels
Like im being held underwater
Austen girl Sep 2017
no
I'm just tired, you know?
Boxed in, believing in "no"
The world don't listen when i say go
but wants to go faster when i say slow.
this rhyme seems tired already
four lines in...
i wanted to be meaningful
but im disastrously unravelling
a beautiful mess of a metaphor
for the state i feel stuck in
hoping for some life
to come out of death
everything has slowed down
i cant seem to see past scarred eyes
that see no more
than tarnished memories
i started out with purpose
but its just no..
you know?
and could bes that'll never be.
Austen girl Sep 2017
its going to be a long way
to find you again.
i know your hands more
than i know your face,
the house is louder
at the same time, emptier
the echoes seem louder.
i dont have it in me anymore
i cant see except for closed doors
where it is empty, it is full.
these echoes are louder than the present
i want to breathe nothing less, nothing else.
promise not to take away the pain,
much too soon. much too soon.
living seems odd now
Austen girl Jun 2017
They say I'm crazy but how can they know
Time's moving faster but oh, they're so slow
Sleeping when they could be running with wolves
Open your eyes before the clock won't stop

You better
Lock the doors and turn the lights out
Close your ears to the voices in your head
There's walls that don't need breaking
But you turn the key, one more time

After the clouds have turned into rain
I stay in this t-shirt soaked to the skin
Shaking where I Stand for fear I'll come loose
The moon's painting shadows on my pallid skin

What'll it take?
To say you'll ache
For this open road?
What'll it take
To lose your mind just once?

Lock your door, turn your lights out
Close your ears to the voices in your head
These walls don't need breaking
Excerpt from a song I'm writing
Austen girl Jun 2017
That moment when you're scrolling through your phone and you realise you are utterly alone and all you want to do is cry for no reason or have someone tell you it's alright and it'll pass but there is literally no one you can tell about how you feel because you have no justification to feel that way.. am I alright?
Am I making this up?
So I stuff it down, I can think it away..
I just noticed I'm using different voices
Now I'm freaking out about that
****** how did this start?
Where's the ******* door?
Austen girl May 2017
Did you see something
Worth keeping?
A shell you pick up or a seed you plant?
Thoughts pattern your blue eyes
I think you're lonely in that crowd
When I see you, I think "I love you"
But what is it to love so easy?
The love I give to what is denied
Feels purer than that deserved
Yes, I say "love" for what is purer than sight?
If I say nothing else, I'll say "I see you"
You don't need to swim near the surface
You're scared of what you're looking for
I can help you come out the other side
But first you have to trust me..

Crazy maybe gypsy eyes tinted coffee
See much but do they say as such?
Can you read or can you feel?
Paper and ink don't seem to catch

Listen
.............
I see you
Austen girl May 2017
So I loved you the same
Underneath the foggy stars
Your stripes burned into my skin
The first time I touched heaven
And I loved you
Though I taught myself not to
When you said nothing
To my wells of everything
I loved you the same
'neath flashing neon lights
Thumping baselines and breathing
that icy veneer you claim is care
I see it now, but I love you the same
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