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 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
love
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
i've started to believe love isn't real
for it is only a concept created
to distract from your self
the broken shell
fragments
you are left as
a gust of wind
sweeping away your senses
your soul
what is love?
two souls that once connected cannot be separated.
loosely based on a journal entry
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
warmth
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
like a fire on a cold winters day
the warm blood seeps
from my leg
from my arm
reminding me
i am human
i am alive
the warmth is comfort
when all is cold
the blood is my own
2 months sober.
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
you
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
you
i no longer see myself
for when i look
i see you
your piercing blues
staring at me
in my face
in my mind
words never able to be unsaid
in my eyes
your eyes
about dad
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
lines
 Jul 5 Foogle
elena
peach to red to white
the colors change each night
but oh,
how i long for the white
on my skin
in my heart
the lines are my life
yet they fade
sh.
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
I don't burst into tears
I fall into tears
silently
gracefully
like a practiced maneuver
like a missing piece falling back into place
I fall into tears
like they can somehow protect me
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
some say I'm nosy
but I disagree
I think my problem is that I care
too much
I want to fix everyone
and to do that I must know everything
until it becomes obsessive
how do I stop caring so much
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
too late
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
too
late
fateful words
reminds me what I've been too late for
too late to whisper I love you
too late to say no
too late to tell the truth
too late to erase a mistake
too late to speak up
too late to try
too late to give a hug
too late to think straight
too late to land
too late to stop you
too
late
fateful words
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
Me.
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
Me.
I wore long sleeves in the summertime
the heat was unbearable
but I
couldn't
take
them
off
so you think you can hurt me?
wrong.
I am the only one who can hurt me.
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
band aid
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
I cut my finger cooking
wiped away the blood and carried on
"Why don't you get a band-aid?"
Because, little sister
One day you will endure worse
then just a skin deep cut.
And, little sister
band-aids cover pain.
They don't fix it.
 Jul 5 Foogle
Lyle
the joy of the night
sitting beneath the stars
the air is still warm
the fire smoking still
my brother, playing guitar
the melody peaceful
we sit and laugh
with friends
we stare at the moon
point at shooting stars
admire the distant lightning
the joy of the night
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