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 Jul 2017 Cloudy Heart
Elise Jaco
and there they sat
each passerby
with vivid lives
the urge to cry

magnificent words
on some of their tongues
and a song to sing
in each of their lungs

the hand they bear
some never know
and I think we
must learn to grow
sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as one's own.
 May 2017 Cloudy Heart
ephemeral
you need to live for the little moments.
for dancing in your kitchen all by yourself.
for spinning around in the rain.
for the random bursts of inspiration.
for little adventures in the city, for exploring
and getting lost but
enjoying every minute of it.
for body-positive days, when you decide
that you feel like rocking that almost-too-short dress
and those glittery heels and eyeshadow and that dark red lipstick.
for baking at 2 in the morning.
for having movie marathons, complete
with popcorn and lots of chocolate.
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for that feeling you get when you discover a new book
that you fall instantly in love with.
for that feeling you get when you stumble across
something you accepted was lost.
for the feeling you get when you can finally play that song
that you've been practicing for hours and hours and
it sounds amazing.
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for all the times that you'll laugh so hard
you can hardly breathe.
and all the days that you'll spend in that one coffeeshop,
surrounded by people that make you feel okay.
for being able to see the bands that you listen to constantly
live in concert, and your voice getting lost in the crowd
as you all sing along to the song that has kept you
from falling apart time and time again.

you have so much to live for.
but most importantly, you have to live
for yourself.
The mind is a septic tank.
Either, you let the filth sit there, stinking,
Or, you get yourself *****, cleaning.
 May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Shiloh
Quiet
 May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Shiloh
Moments like these
it really hits home
I am loved
but completely alone.

I know I should feel lucky
I have a roof above me
but since the day you went away
just haven't felt enough to be happy.

It's interesting to think about
that I no longer have any doubt
if I wanted to be without
life or feeling or that pesky thing breathing

In this moment I would have peace.

It would take at least all night for someone else to go through any pain because of me.

I could be free.

But yet here I am.
 May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Shiloh
Ours.
 May 2017 Cloudy Heart
Shiloh
I had a moment yesterday
where I had something to say
to you.

But you can never know.

So I came up with this concept
to keep in mind, keep to yourself
if you want to get to know me
not gonna mention date me, love me
I have a list of don't you dares.

Don't bother telling me
your favorite bands
  I can't even learn of
new music from you
I need to be able to listen to
good music
after you're gone.
We won't have our song.

Don't tell me what you like to eat
in fact, tell me what you can't stand
it will be hard enough
eating at all
when you leave
I'll need to enjoy something
I know would be
Wasted on you
Like I do

I don't need to know what you smell like
You don't need to come to my place
Because then when you leave
I won't have to upheave
All my stuff that you left with your trace

Let's never go to the same spots
We don't need our own special place
It's hard enough to get out on my own
Without memories tied to your claims

Please don't ever give me anything
Material items at least
Because I only have myself to give away
And I've already been picking up the pieces

For hours, and ours.
 Apr 2015 Cloudy Heart
Brittany
Everything is the colour of soft orange sun
Peeking through my curtain at 7am
I have written words on his skin
with my fingertips while he sleeps
Mainly "I love you" over and over again
and his body smells like home
Feels like the kind of warmth people spend their lives searching for
Every touch feels like a petal brushing against me
and I wonder if he knows he was made by angels or something
with a face like that
Beyond things of this planet
I can feel my heart turn into a hive
Some people get butterflies
I have honeybee's
making my insides drip with gold syrup

b.n
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