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Brie Williams Feb 2020
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You tear my heart in two
I tear yours too
Seventeen
Brie Williams Feb 2020
On the Southside
It's humid
Even in winter
It has its own air
It's own feel
On the Southside
everything is espaƱol
And when trash blows down the street it's illuminated and mystical
They shake your hand and look down your shirt
In the Southside the music is better and the food is cheaper but the nights are colder and feelings feel deeper
I feel like a ***** when I walk through
But I've never felt more at home
Brie Williams Feb 2020
Joe McCormick never lies
He's honest
And caring
He carries good vibes
He tells us his stories
And takes lots of shrooms
He tells us he loves us but he's not in the mood
I cut myself open and say look at me
You're the dad I never had
You're the calm in all my dreams
Joe McCormick barely works
But he has alot of degrees
He writes until he's bored and then he smokes some ****
He misses California
He misses LSD
But now he's married and aging
Hoping no one sees
Brie Williams Feb 2020
Have a little dignity
Or weep a little song
Of failure
As I sink into morbidity
Inject me full of hope
While I find a **** to ****
I could be mute
As long as I let you in my thighs
Brie Williams Feb 2020
Dark and cold
I saw a ladder
Towering so high
My neck, it broke
Power and status waved down to me
As I climbed onto your empty body
So gold and friendly at the top
I just have to get up up up
While you stroke down down down
I just have to hold tight
and hide my frown
Tongue like a tack
**** causes laughter
Staring at the floor
Waiting for after
Tile that hugs
Walls that judge
I'm ready to climb back down
Brie Williams Jan 2020
Fine trees of cotton white
On roads made of oil
No dreams grow here
No papers there
Swimming isn't real
I heard you say a name
In your sleep
Up here, trees don't grow
Eyes on mine
Houses shiver when it's cold
I know
Brie Williams Jan 2020
Talking to my self again
I know you're not that knew to me
I can see through all 4 doors
Not looking right threw my windows
I have seen you cry alot tonight
I've never felt so bored
But now I hear the train
And I can't sleep
Toss and turn
My brains too weak
Walking home
I hit the floor
I can't feel my bones anymore
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