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Courtlyn Quay May 2015
Between a father and his son
I've learned so much
To be courageous
To be strong
A man that I and others are proud of
So i deem myself Lion Heart
I've been taught that no one knows what they're doing
So invent a script for myself
When the going gets tough
Get ready for the brawl that comes with it
Love isnt something that comes by everyday
So cherish the ones you have because they might be gone
Today might be your last, So give someone something
To remember you by.
Its a shame I had to learn this
Without you...
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
My intrinsic value lays waste upon the world
Sweat dripping from my brow
The pen scribbles words that tell truth and lies
That silver tongues are born with hints of gold
That hearts crumble in ash and born again in flame
Using love sparingly upon my prey
Hands begin to bleed with anticipation
The next word could be my last
So I try my best to make it my best
Teaching generations of the thoughts we had
The troubles we faced
Hoping someone comes,
And takes the pen
Dripping ink
Please,
Write.
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
Poems should be simple like a brush
So that you get the Idea of its purpose
But as complex as a riddle
Because the beauty,
Is when you understand
How much work was put into it
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
Last night I sat
Wanting a cigarette
Work ******
Had to disown my father
I might be homeless in a few weeks
I couldn't help but cry
But then I realized
My friend might have cancer
I have no reason to cry
so I smiled
I might be bald in a few weeks too.
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
Seasons change
Moments when I hate myself
Days when I love myself
When I lose hope
When I find new reasons to live
Times I break
Times I rebuild
no matter what happens
I know it's just time again
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
I've played games
I've tried the outdoors
I've tried drugs
none of it, none of it helped
What makes me happy?
The voice of the one I love in my ear
The touch of the arms of someone I trust
The soothing caress of her hands through my hair
I know it's wrong to find happiness in someone else
But in a world so bleak
It can't be helped
Courtlyn Quay May 2015
As much as I want to give up
As much as I want to die
I can't
My goals are still unfinished
My dreams are still just fragments
The day they're finished
The moment they're complete
That's the moment I can die
That's the moment  I can rest
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