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 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Lizzie
I was so satisfied with waking up alone
until I opened my eyes to your arms holding me close
these blank sheets cant provide your warmth
theres no other comfort quite like you
good morning
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
jerely
Revealing the colors of the far west & east
glowing the natural distraction
Among the eyes at the contagious moment
as it captured the unexpected scene
the well crafted, spaced and filled the soul
As searching by the nearby's it narrowed
Wanders of the attraction
Spot for a different shade
Nailed by how great than excitement
Vivid, crying out the colors we blend
May it warm and embrace the lost
mind and heart
For it overwhelm the inside and out.
it's where we can dig our hearts
pour & let it out!

Jerelii
Nov. 3, 2015
Copyright
My stomach, my heart, my mind
are all lost in a sea of maybes, of what ifs
And the possibilities swirl around me
as butterflies erupt from my ribcage
and flowers take their place.
Everything needs roots to grow
but you are not roots
barely even a seed
yet there you are, my barely seed
settling somewhere in the earth of my soul
keeping me lost in this sea
dancing with chances
flirting with unformed ideas.
There is something in me
that urges me to shore
yet here I stay swimming
holding on to something
some way, some why
holding onto the thought
that I think you might be my maybe
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Lakin
when your cold
fingers get the
chance, let their
haunting abilities
of ink dance
across the fine
white of paper
and choreograph
what it's like
to dance in
the vast nothingness
of an inevitability
you were too
curious to prolong.
I hope you'll still love me in the afterlife.
Let's close our eyes
And let it be
     Let true love sleep...

          ...between two dreams.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Roo
"When I dropped him, I shattered"**
the jagged body parts that hadn't
seen a regular shower since the
sadness kicked in
slit into my arms in shapes
people only recognise as a
cry for help.

I recoil from my reflection,
even my face feels foreign
but that doesn't compare to this
detachment; being unable to
recognise my own family in
a sea of unknown faces.
Bruises that I don't remember,
no recollection of a time before.

My body is in a state of flux,
moving with the objects
around me and no matter
how hard I try to ground myself,
6 hours becomes 24 becomes 48
and I'm screaming out for attention
silently, hoping that someone will
convince me that it is real.
That I am me and you are you -
just don't shut your eyes;
the darkness is where it really begins.
QUOTES IN BOLD ARE FROM "BOYFRIEND INTERVIEW" BY HALEY MOSLEY.
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Court
GM 2
 Nov 2015 Sierra Brown
Court
I don't know what to write about anymore
because you haven't held my hands to stop them from shaking in almost 2 months.
You used to ask "whats wrong?" when you saw that my nails were getting short and now you don't even call.
You say, "Everything I've ever known has left me." as if I was never there in the first place.
I know you won't say it, but I know she borrows your clothes
and I think its messed up that I saw her wearing the shirt I bought you last Christmas.
You told me to move on because it would help me but you already know I break everything I touch so I'm scared to move anything because I might touch someone's heart.
I remember when you denied everything we ever had because it's hard to own up to having feeling for someone nobody wants.
They told you in your calculus class to solve the problems but I promise you they weren't talking about me.
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