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  4d Natalie
hannah
There are bones in the wood;
cracking, groaning, shattering.
The skeleton of what could
Have
            Been

There are bones in the wood;
whistling, wailing, whispering.
The skeleton is not pure—not good
It
            Still
                        Has
           ­                         Flesh
Natalie 6d
You say you love me,
but humans are only capable
of looking at what they
can see.
and you are not capable
of loving what you don't know.

and you say you love me
but what is shiny is also
scratched.
the layers of my skin hide
a frostbitten language
only know by the foreigners
you don't know exist.

and you say you love me
but love means
walking through a snow storm
I had already passed
because you know you would
meet me on the other side.
but you turned around
because you couldn't see past
the white casted trees.

don't say you love me
because you don't have anyone else
to say it to.
say you love me
when your mind wont swell
if I don't say it back.
Don't say you love me if you don't know what the word love means.
Natalie Apr 7
I had never spoken
so you couldn't hate the words
that would leave my lips.
But you still found a way
to hate my mouth.

The same mouth that brushed
over the one you hold
and whispered in my ear
as my fingers laced with DNA
you will always have.

And I am sorry if not saying
I love you
that night bruised your heart
but your mind never thought
why I didn't or why I do
the things I do.

So my soul will always ache
for rest that can't come with sleep
and my soul will always ache
for you to only understand
me because I always
understood you.
Natalie Mar 25
Don’t ask me what I want
Tree branches snap in storms
We didn’t know were coming
And towns flood and flow
From a storm
We didn’t know was coming
And the lighting struck my house
From a storm
I didn't see coming
Natalie Mar 24
The fires ember
Forced hurricanes and lightning
Sparks lost won't return.
a simple haiku
Natalie Mar 20
I love my bed and my blankets
Because I know they will never leave my side.
Even so, I lay on my floor.
Natalie Mar 19
I'll close my door
or maybe slam
to scare away
you and your
friends.

I'll watch my door
and hear your
voice echoing still
in my wandering
halls.

But it isn't locked
it hasn't been
because maybe you'd
want to come
in.
No matter how much i tell myself i wont let you come back, I guess it never works. So ill close my door for you, but i wont lock it.
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