Lux: Favorites

Oct 2013 Lux

Isabelle

I love the way you look at me and then smile at the ground.
I love the way you speak to me, you hardly make a sound.
I love the way you laugh at me when I can barely talk.
All the beer and alcohol I can barely walk.
Oh I love the little things you do.
I love all the little things about you.
I love the way you walk with me
always slowing down.
I love the way you say my name
I love the way it sounds.
I love the way you look at me
And then smile at the ground.
I love the way you kiss my lips
And then look to see who saw
I love the way you grab my hips
Never letting go.
I love the way you get upset,
At all the bad things in our way.
I love the way you cheer me up,
When I've had a ****** day
I love the sound of your jealous words,
When I'm talking to a guy
But darling don't you worry
I'm never leaving you.
I love these things
All these little things about you.

I took my poem The Way and edited it and made it happier and longer. Please comment which one you like better because I'm still unsure.
This poem just represents how when you truly love a guy it isn't just about the appearance it's all the little things you do and how you fall in love with everything about them, the good and the bad.
(:
Copyright 2013 © Isabelle Tietbohl

Oct 2013 Lux

brown

Oct 2013 Lux

Julia

brown

the brown of my eyes has a story to tell:
a recollection of sorts, filled with
family vacations,
love, petty arguments and a
lust
for life and yet as i sit here
with my pen and a page
i'm left drowning in my thoughts --
overtaken by my internal current.

my eyes used to be much lighter,
but with each argument
2 a.m. stress cleaning session,
and panic attack,
a certain darkness took her place
******* the color and
will to live
from my brown eyes.

now as i stand,
looking through memories
like my favorite picture book,
my eyes have turned dull and
black.
i have nothing left to give.

"A certain darkness is needed to see the stars."
This is a bit dark and feels cliche, but it felt good to write it. Constructive criticism/comments appreciated! (:

Oct 2013 Lux

Ball Mason Jars

Oct 2013 Lux

Julia

Ball Mason Jars

I look at you
Or what's more,
Look through you.

I miss the days
When things were simple.
You and I...
We used to catch fireflies
Every Friday night in summer,
And have races to the pool
at the end of the road.
And even though you usually won,
I always ran with you
Because in that moment
Nothing else mattered.
Your eyes lit up,
And your infectious smile
Spread across the street.

Now, we're going into senior year
And I don't see you anymore.
I see through you.
Right through you.

On good days,
I can almost see a jar of fireflies
In your 9 year old hands.

Oct 2013 Lux

i want to give up

Oct 2013 Lux

Emma

i want to give up

i'm so ******* sick of this
i want to give up
i want to slash at my skin
i want to blow my brains out and have you watch
i want to hang myself from the ******* front door
i want to lay in a bath of bleach
and scrub away with kitchen scissors
i want to bang my head over and over in the mirror
let the shards tear away at my face and **** me up
and throw myself off the stairs
and snap my ******* neck in two
i want to swallow all the ******* pills in the cabinet
and
rip out my hair
i want to slice my thighs and create a map
maybe then you'll find me
help
i'm a ******* disease and i'm beginning to consume my health
where the **** has my sanity gone
these thoughts are running rampant in my mind
and i can't ******* shut them up
SHUT THE **** UP!
LEAVE ME THE **** ALONE!
GET THE **** AWAY!
i'm sick of myself and
i
just
want to
*******
give up