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 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
A Allen
dad
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
A Allen
dad
She could really use you right now,
There’s something in the back,
Of her overflowing mind
That’s telling her it won’t be okay;
If you’re not there.
She needs to know
Just how proud you are
Of the little girl you left behind
She yearns to know
That what she’s doing
Is what’s meant to be.
She wants some reassurance
In her overwhelming life
She’s been playing strong
For far too long now.
You can’t leave her much longer
Before she falls apart.
If only you knew,
You’d be here with her now.
Giving her hope,
Giving her what she needs.
Even for a moment,
It could change everything.
She doesn’t have the strength
To carry on with such
Disposition,
Her heart aches for better days
She’s never dreamt like the other children,
Her wishes were for something worthwhile.
They wanted fun and games—
But not her, no,
She just wished to see you once more
To hear your voice,
One last time.
By now it’s too late,
She knows you’re never coming back.
You’ve moved on,
It’s time for her to do the same.
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
CRH
breathe in,
                 breathe out,
know
         without doubt

i Love you.
Its always interesting to wake up next to someone and listen to them continue to sleep. What a nice way to start a 10w Tuesday.
Take it from me,
These city streets turn grey.
A sight for sore eyes,
Every never ending day.

The looming towers,
A headline of a coming age.
Flipped the script and tore the page.
I don't know what to do

I love you but I'm sick of all this pain

This unnecessary hurt you cause

You're not supposed to hurt me

You're the one who's supposed to take care of me forever

I'm the baby girl you said would never hurt

Yet, you're the one hurting me

And you don't even see the pain
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
ella
My dream to be with you ended the way everyone said it would,
when our hearts started becoming one you decided to give up on us.
My love,my heart all torn apart,
as you took a step out of my life.
Promises you made were all broken,
love that i once believed in is now all ******* to me.
you have changed my heart and broken me apart,
selfish for your own needs,
regardless of its consequences in my life.
you left me with a broken heart,
which can never be fixed again
I WROTE THIS WHEN ME AND MY BF BROKE UP
I sent it
At three AM
On one of those nights
Where silence gets violent
And I'm alone in my head.

I told you about the
Tiny pink pills
And how
If I took eight
I would sleep forever.
I gushed that
They were hidden
Under the toothpaste slathered
Countertop
In my bathroom.

I told you I loved you
But that
You weren't enough to stop me anymore.

I did actually consider it.
It was one of those nights.
But at some point,
As I laid on top of my comforter
And shivered under the fan,
I realized that
You weren't going to wake up
And convince me out of it.

I also thought
About how my mom was
A light sleeper.
How the floorboards would sound like
Orchestras
And the cabinet
Would be the symbals
To her.

I fell asleep
Numb,
But naturally numb,
And woke up wondering
What you would say.

You didn't say anything.
 Nov 2013 BaileyBuckels
st64
a dragonfly settles slow on languid-fingertips..
can they smell my heart melting?
there’s a super-cracking inside this geyser
soon to crack some more


1.
I hold a tree inside my palm
you can’t actually tell where its roots really grow
veins don’t fade easily.. just the eye won’t see it

blackest bull-dogue waits behind the silverfish-caravan
who the heck knows why it waits in saliva’d-chains
but it lurks there, in silent-rancour

one eye flicks inwards and gets inverted
licks at all the flies inside
there’s a buzzing to be *felt
 from miles away

touch-tone insignia keeps calling and calling
screaming off its ugly provided-head
demanding eye-scales which cannot fall

black-stockinged nuns profess utter-diligence to duty
hide their want within the deep-wells of darker-veils
while rosaries are fever-fingered with reverence

keep swinging that twig under my scissored-wishes
you may just miss once
and catch my whirring 'copter-feet


2.
man, if you jump high enough and not fade.. away
you may never have to feel that wicked-thud of landing
one click onto the nebulae and you’re truly home

at the young boy’s feet, they lie
a host of little beings.. not breathing
that jokers cannot understand

as sang in epic-tunes of yore
better to burn out than rust
stay forever young..


reach out with seeker-arms in pin-striped shirt
yes, push mercy down upon its sweet-cheek
and sense the reek of discontent in neat patterns.. waiting to fall
no use looking at poverty crying for a way out as blood runs down its head
tell yourself it’s only paint.. meant for a well-researched lesson on another day



pick up your chair, poet.. and ruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnn!!
while feathers fall onto the heads of sinners who sack the fading light


and mind you don’t trip on your way out
your head
..




aches





S T – 4 nov 13
never quit.
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