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 Nov 2019 Grace Ann
M
Dissimilar
 Nov 2019 Grace Ann
M
She came back today
new hair swishing, talking, laughing
non-verbally different.

trendy, mismatched clothes
shapeless pants
a cheap embroidered windbreaker.
even with heels, she seems below me,
no longer restrained, outspoken, quiet, or fun.

I’m grasping for normality,
clinging onto her old expressions
that rolling of the eyes
flicking of the tongue
replaced by swishing
maneuvering, stoutly and gracefully
all at once.  

once we were little planets
now transformed into a shooting star
and me, firmly grounded in familiar earth.
 Jun 2019 Grace Ann
julianna
I’m lazy, not depressed
That’s why I lay in bed all day
My room is a mess
And my limbs don’t work anymore
I’m lazy, not depressed
I’m sad because I’m irresponsible
I cry because I’m guilty,
I don’t cry because I’m depressed
I cry because I’m lazy.
That’s all I’ll ever be
No one said that to me
But actions are more than speak
 Jun 2019 Grace Ann
Maddie
You get so alone at times that it just makes sense.
 Mar 2019 Grace Ann
julianna
It hurts.
Not in the hellish,
****-myself-kind-of-way,
But in the way a muscle does when you over extert it
It burns.
When my mind sparks, it catches,
and burns.
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Grace E
Braille
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Llila
Rot
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Llila
Rot
I am but a prisoner to your affections
I am:
Self Shackled
Noose Tied
Hanging on to your every word.

I dare not speak,
For when I do,
Rivers of rot,
Spill out unto you.
putting all my eggs into a half collapsed basket i guess
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Corey
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Corey
while the moon hangs over our heads,
we’ll lie in this make-shift bed
that we made on the roof of my car—
as we whisper so that every star
can hear what we have said
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Deadwood Jawn
I knew I
Was
Accidently
Falling in
Love.

But I
Hated          [and was afraid of]
It.

Yet I didn't
Stop it.
I didn't
Stop myself.

And now
I pay
By the
Angst
Of my
Scars.

I want you to be my Serena.

So badly.

I want you to smell like her.

I want you to sound like her.

I want you to love like her.

I want you to cry like her.

I want you to smile like her.


Haha.. No.
I do not mean
I had an ideal.

It's
Just
A
Fantasy.


You were almost her.

And I love you.
I can't... I am bleeding out from the inside. Flowing like thick, hard water.

Let me know your thoughts.
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Lacy
crowd
 Feb 2019 Grace Ann
Lacy
there was this girl who never liked big crowds
one day she went in and was never found inside our out.
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