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 Mar 2018 Alex Miller
S Smoothie
gay, bi, pan, trans, weird or queer..
see you on the other side when you've learned to love the precious skin you're in.
You are the perfect you as you are with all that you have been given, every hair, every freckle. You are all you need just as you are. Dont fall for the hype.
 Mar 2018 Alex Miller
RWM
Dear Society,
How does one recover?
After panic
After seeing friends you knew so well
Get a bullet pierced through their ribs and fall to the ground
After running constantly to try and save yourself
Save others
My brother wrote a poem
On the back cover of his note book:
Falling rain does not remember
All the feelings that I had
With a gun in my hand
I felt as powerful
As I did powerless
These automatic weapons
Are the easy way out
We are angry
Yet if you fight with violence
I see you as a coward
I shun you will silence
And non violent protests
Falling rain did not remember
Falling rain came flooding through the sky
I will not stand alone tonight.
You make everything feel alright
Around your heart my dreams take flight
Even if there is pain during the day
When you come home your kiss takes it away
To Tay. My ray of sunshine in this dark world. You give me hope for a happier tomorrow.
---
i.

i used to only write sad poems.

ii.

you see,
i am a cynic,
a cemetery,
a holocaust,
a chaotic, distant, lost girl
buried in her own
self-destruction.

but with you
i am different.

i want to wake up,
keep my promises,
make up for lost time,
spill blood and ink,
try again,
live

for you.

iii.

you walk me home
and the skies blush
pink cloud summers
mid-December.

we part and i marvel
at the sepia tint
of backyard roses
blurring my lenses.

you came in
like the missing palette color
i never knew
i needed
my skies painted with.

iv.

now, you are all the love poems
i didn't know i could write.

and every metaphor i create
is just a lengthier version of
'i love you'

i really do.
 Mar 2018 Alex Miller
Tabitha
She
 Mar 2018 Alex Miller
Tabitha
She
You wonder if she knows
If she can tell how deep it goes
This sadness that you carry neath your skin.

You wonder if she sees
The way you fall down to your knees
And how hard it is to get back up again.

You fear she’ll walk away
Leaving nothing in her wake
But the broken, shattered pieces of your soul.

But if you’d look, you’d see
She’s aware of everything
And she’s holding tight, trying to keep you whole.
I’m tired of lying that things will work out
I’m tired of telling myself that “Today will
         be the day”
I’m tired of drifting through this world
         feeling so alone
I’m tired of pretending I’m completely OK

I’m tired of learning how to be strong
I’m tired of striving to be something
         I’m not
I’m tired of putting my faith in the things
         unknown
I’m tired of hoping ‘cause hope’s all I got

I’m tired of slowly forgetting all of the
          good times
I’m tired of wondering if my chance at
          love is gone
I’m tired of waiting for someone to
          save me
I’m tired of singing, for I sing for no one

I’m tired of wishing she could love me
           the same
I’m tired of feeling as though I’ve
           forgotten how to feel
I’m tired of “best friends” that never get
           to know me
I’m tired of thinking any chance of my
           happiness is unreal

I’m tired of this world where both the
           light and the darkness reject me
I’m tired of realizing that my best is
           never good enough
I’m tired of being defined by factors
           that I’ve never controlled
I’m tired of making excuses for why all
            I do is ruin stuff

I guess what I’m trying to say is this:

I’m tired of being tired
And I’m tired of waking up
 Mar 2018 Alex Miller
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Feb 2018 Alex Miller
calm
'the perfect royalty.'
funny.
funny how it rhymes with your disloyalty, princess.
the world's been wondering where you've been.

no, no one knows how hard your life is.
how hard it is to lie.
no, no one knows how scarred your mind is,
or how bent you are to smile.

'the perfect royalty.'
funny.
hilarious how your title rhymes with your cruelty, acquiesce?
the school's been asking questions 'bout where you've been seen.

no, no one knows how tough this act is.
this character's a show.
no, no one's guessed how rough the fact is
that your life's not one they know.

'the perfect royalty'.
huh.
doesn't mean you're perfect too, you're just a novelty, do you attest?
the mirror's looking for you 'cause you're hiding from its screen.

no, no one understands your worries.
no one cares about your strife.
no, they want to see new accessories,
or else just quit this life.


'the perfect royalty'?
Wasn't sure about this hut decided to post anyway.
 Feb 2018 Alex Miller
han
Hanna
 Feb 2018 Alex Miller
han
Last night my world caved in
so I went to you with baggage in hand
you didn’t turn me away, instead you
held it for a moment while you
listened and comforted me
you said ‘**** the world
for what it’s put you through’
you said I’m not too much
just a lot and someday I’ll find
someone who can carry it all
but for now you will
I have told you every detail
to the deranged story of me
and you stay
that’s enough for me
all I needed was to know I’m not alone
and you’ve given me more than that
by loving me consistently
thank you for being the best friend
even half a country away
I always needed
February 25th~han
I hope you find this, the same way our friendship has found me when I needed it:))
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