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I love love love you
yet I am not sure you love me too.
We're squished between rocks that always crumble and washed
onto shores with a distant view. I like the sky and you like the stars, so I like the stars, but you prefer mars over the rest of the universe because more is too much and loneliness is too little. There are split seconds when I know you need me and I need you, but there are also milliseconds when needing me is not enough...so you need another. At last I am trapped on a roller coaster of unsolved madness, and I don't know how to stop it. Why haven't you. Cause you are my day and night and you are my sky, my stars. I'm still empty yet your complete, you always will be. For you will never be beside, but within me.
-Anonymous
She said Take me where the sun shines.
Where there aren't any roads to find our way home.
To a field with flowers of all different kinds
to a place that is free to roam.
I wish I could go bike riding with a girl,
I wish I knew how to ride a bike...
or how to perfectly apply lipstick in a way
that looked natural.
There's something about long hair and rural roads,
leaves ruffled along the dusted trail,
perfect petals proud in the wind.
I want it all.
That perfect song during a midnight wander,
the taste of fresh oxygen on my tongue.
The feeling of two eyes locked on mine
hands so soft, fingers unbelievably smooth.
I guess there's more that will come this way,
an imaginable feeling felt only today.
The feeling of being locked away
high on a shelf, with only the sounds of hopelessness through echoes.
I am lost.
When we are lost we fight to get home, but this home is no longer a home
its a prison.
One I only wish I had the strength to escape from.
Part #1
Motivation is what carries us forward in life,
and sometimes our motivation will hit a road bump
and we'll be stranded without direction for a while
until our minds flip back to a reality where forward
is the only direction left to take.
How do I have peace,
when i’m falling to pieces?
Well, I find strength in nature, music and my dreams.
They seem to grab a part of me that has never been exposed.
They seem to knock some sense into my slow pulsing mind,
and by the end of the day I look back. I seek gratitude in the
moments where I never thought I would.
I have found peace.
I have found me.
As I write this now, I feel memories
rush back from the good old days.
The days when things came easily to us,
when we had not reached rock bottom.
We walked the earth like two careless spirits
looking for a new pathway home.
Now that we are separated,
all that keeps us close is a single letter.
A letter to a friend,
a letter to you.
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