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 Jun 2014 Will Rogers III
Micaiah
Do I have to be selfish
And hide the truth
To achieve everything

Do I have to be a thief
And steal one's right of knowing things
To manipulate everything

Do I have to be egocentric
And forget about others
To be happy alone

To yawp is to scream
To scream is to feel relieved

Am I relieved
Or do I look relieved

To be or not to be
Those moments
when I told you to leave
Were just a test
To see whether u would stay
Stay with me
Even though
I was broken
I was masochistic
And I couldn't be fixed
Even though
You loved me
And I didn't
Even though
I had hurt you
Caused you pain
And now as you
walk away from me
All I can do is
ask u to stay
Stay with me again
Life holds death grips on those who were once lost but were never found
She says
"Hold on tight please i'll keep you safe and sound"

She used to sit in her father's car with windows rolled down
and longed for the wind blowing through her hair

Now she sits in a car with rolled up windows and
awkward silence filling the air
social
anxiety
trying to find the fight in me
the part that doesn't say
just don't go
just stay home
She sat there in silence as tears streamed down her flustered cheeks.
The sound of her sniffing trying to hold them back, echoed throughout the room.
She was frozen.
She couldn't move, she could barely even breathe.
The light wasn't allowed in this room,
like love wasn't allowed in her heart.
It was all dim and dark.
Much like the tired eyes she had been wearing,
As a result of this nightly routine.
The air was thick and felt as though she was trying to breathe with her face pressed into a pillow.
Everything in her screaming for help but she sat there quietly, alone, engulfed in darkness.

**Slow self-suffocation at its finest.
Nothing but darkness
That is all you will find
Instead of facing your fears
You just run and hide
Have the courage
To move towards the light
You have to stand tall
In order to make things bright
She was walking down the street
and the way she looked -
the way she seemed to glide over
the litter strewn concrete
in that thrift store sundress -
punched me right in the throat
she said she didn’t have a name
said she was raised by wolves
Well I guess that’d make you a *****,
right?
she asked me for a lighter
for her American Spirit -
the turquoise box -
and she smelled like diner coffee
my ashtray
and cheap perfume
the black smudges of makeup
lining her face
told me that she was no stranger
to long nights
and I told her
I’m no stranger to
falling for pretty girls
maybe one day
I’ll be there to catch you
she said,
walking away down the street
disappearing into the spot
where the horizon meets my imagination
I pulled up my pants
and went off looking for a soft landing
for all the pretty strangers
Happiness

I wake up fresh and happy as can be
Monday mornings are just simply nothing for me,
A new day has been given to me
Oh for what this day has in store for me I just can't wait and see,

Class starts with the teacher telling a joke
Recess and gotta sip on some of that coke
At the math class the quiz was postponed
At lunch my crush sat with me and I'm feeling like I'm ******

Just got home and mom bought some pizza
And how i enjoyed grobbin' down on that meat
Pepperoni, ham and bacon now that's just neat
Oh how today was a good day

Endin' everything at night
Just chillin on my bed not a ****** in sight
Oh how today was cute like some pup
But it was all ruined when I heard wake up!!!
You make me wanna cry
but the tears wont come
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