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As I sit alone to pen these words,
   my mind is stuck on you;
I think about you everyday,
   in everything I do.

You see it wasnt long ago,
   I saw you standing there;
You smiled at me your gorgeous smile-
   you know it wasn't fair!

You know quite well it pulled my strings,
   my heart had skipped a beat;
Just thinking 'bout it once again,
   my heart does oft repeat.

I said"hello" and "how are you?"
   You said "I'm doing fine";
I knew right then, with just those words,
   your heart would soon be mine!

I walked to you, stepped far too close,
   you stole a little kiss;
The blood ran hot within my veins,
   I'd never felt like this!

I couldn't take that way I felt,
   I pulled you in my arms;
I knew right then I'd keep you safe,
   Through life from all it's harm.

Now as I lay my head to rest,
   It's you I'm dreaming of;
I pray you too know how it felt,
   this little thing called love!
When you find the one special person God has placed on this earth just for you to honor, love, and respect, it doesn't take long to realize!
Flick. Lights off. You hate me, I've ruined your life. You wish id never been born, you wish i'd just have died.

Flick. Lights on. You love me, You want a second chance. You want to be my mother , we can do this again.

Flick. Lights off. You're in the dark once more. I hide behind the walls of my room, scream and lock door.

Flick. Lights on. I've stop trusting the lights, they deceive me. Even when the lights are on...ARE THEY EVER REALLY ON?!

I can't trust the lights. So I go mad in the dark. Living in a house in a room full of lies.

There's no escape from the darkness, especially when i close my eyes...
Yes, he's talking to himself
Like some twisted cave elf
Forgotten from some by gotten year

Numbers never really quite random
But one the level given a handsome
Rambling about some long forgotten year

His days spent in silent concentration
Perhaps the state of a failing Nation
Or perhaps just the constant retro
thought

If he's caught in his own predicament
He'll charm you with heartwarming sentiment
Then look just at the nothingness you got

Ask me how I would know that this is so
With a truthfulness I should know
The stories, the secrets, the day being free

Magic imagined, fairytales reenacted
All my creativity highly interacted
How I know is,
it's me talking to me
I just love it when the medical community asks, "Do you hear voices!?"
My response, while rolling my eyes, "Yes, but they're all my own, thank you very much!"
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
muteD
I don't believe in YOUR “God”.
I don’t believe in anything.
How could I?
Why would I?
They tell me to pray about it..
Pray to who?
Why would he listen?
Who is He?

All of my life,
It has been shoved down my throat.
This “religion” of sorts.
Never can I get a break.
Never.

I was taught that your “God”
Wouldn’t accept me.
That I was a disgrace.
Why would I believe in someone like that?


So, no.
No, I won’t believe.
I can’t believe.
Even if you think
I should believe.
*I won’t.
I'm tired of people asking me if I'm okay.. and then when they ask me what's wrong and I tell them, they always respond with "Just pray about it". No. I refuse to pray to a "God" that supposedly won't accept me because I'm bisexual. NO.
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
Ramin Ara
I belong to no religion  
Poetry is my religion
And every heart is
My temple
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
yúyīn
She whispered-
innocence in my ear,
while her hands crawled
under the covers and
called her a liar.
@.**
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
ab
cold
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
ab
it's cold and nobody
cares.

the ice has grown through my skin
into my stomach,
its sharp knives chopping
and slicing what love i had left.

i'm cold and nobody
cares.

if my skin turns to stone
under the weight of all my sins,
so be it.
it is better than melting into the palms
of someone i don't need.

it's cold and nobody
cares.

i wear a heavy coat to heat up
my insecurities,
a hat to hide beneath
the stitching of the fabric.

i'm cold and nobody
cares.

i read your poems and wonder
who exactly you're talking about
when you say
"i love you."
could it be me?
yeah,
right.

it's cold and nobody
cares.

except for
me.
~color me confused
 Jan 2017 Sarah Caitlyn
Mona
When it's sunny where you are,
it's pouring rain where I am

You're at the top of my list,
but am I even on your mind?

All I see is you,
but it seems I'm invisible to you

I'm always sweet to you
you're nothing but bitter to me.
This is about two people that fell in love, and the relationship was magical in the beginning, but the love starts to fade and one of them starts to treat the other like they're nothing.
She sat alone
Alone at home,
Where her screams were silent,
But her mind was violent.
Her insecurities hid deep inside,
And they did indeed eat her alive.
A tear rolled down her face,
As her heart began to race.
She took her blade and tore her skin,
Where her depression lied deep within.
This went on for days, months, years,
And until she cried her very last tears.
She decided that she had enough,
The world around her was much too tough.
She took a gun to her head.
Congratulations society,
She is dead.
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