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 Jan 2017 M
Hannah
Flower
 Jan 2017 M
Hannah
Stupid girl.
Frail and weak.
How easily
you are swayed
by expectations
held so high
over your
*pretty
little
head.
I decided to stop following
The sparse and sorrowed rains
I will become my own storm
Cure the drought that binds me
These tears will feed my roots
And I will grow and grow and grow
In this savannah, where beast
Kills beast over scraps
I have become my own god
I have saved and salvaged myself
I am dotted with happiness
Like freckles on my sun-kissed skin
I bathe in the light and I shape it
Into sculptures of beauty
Reminiscent of the face that births such joy
Eyes sapphire blue, an ocean expanse
Of kindness and hope
I am drowning and disappearing
Becoming the sun that glitters on the water
We dance like that in unison, eternally
Self esteem
Teenage dream
Soul black
Beauty queen

Little fiend
Unthreaded seam
Broken hearted
Dopamine

Body seen
Liquor cream
Hates herself
Doll regime

Holy gleam
And hellish scream
Just an object
The lust supreme
 Jan 2017 M
rattletaptap
 Jan 2017 M
rattletaptap
He could not hear
and she could not speak.
Through pain they realized
that all that matters is to feel.
 Jan 2017 M
Lady Bird
Blind Love
 Jan 2017 M
Lady Bird
a kiss with a gaze
life that will catch
the faded stars

normal qulities
active in the mind
highly above dreams

the soul speaks
fighting to find
a pair of fresh eyes

a peaceful voice can
silently be Loud
yet love is blind
 Jan 2017 M
Lady Bird
when the words are hard to express out loud
or other people just can't seem to understand
I write to release all my anger or frustration
grabbing a pen or a sharpened pencil in my hand
leaving smudged lead or wet ink on my finger tips
scribbling jotting down all the thoughts that attack
conquering my mind trying hard to escape my lips
releasing emotions that pull me down or hold me back
the knotted tongue of confusion is loosen now untied
I'm able to climb out from the depths of the dark pit
grabbing Life's sturdy rope that depression tried to hide
 Jan 2017 M
Lady Bird
like paint through bristles
ink is spilling out
of my overfilled pen
bleeding onto the paper

scribbling notes
in a usual cliche
curling my words
hoping they stay

for a weaver of words
I am without any
I couldn't describe
snatches of my sanity

writing is an extension
of the mind and
I am out of mine
 Jan 2017 M
LucidLucy
fly butterfly
 Jan 2017 M
LucidLucy
You are up to something eternal while I dream of getting wasted every time I see you in my peripheral.

You shake lives by following God's call. Me? A day at work occupies my soul.

You are loved by everybody.
Even my friends hate me.

I see you and I can tell your future is set. I worry everyday for what tomorrow may bring ahead.

Everyday I wish for a chance to see you.
Every night I pray that my dreams will be filled of you.


Am I too crazy for looking at you that much?
On the inside I just want to get to know you and feel your touch.

But no matter how I try to look at it, we will never fit.

The world has judged and so did you.
And the truth is, I will never be good enough for you.
I know I said I'd move on. I know I said it already. ****, just give me time.
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