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Luke Sep 2015
See. Believe. Repeat
I am not just a brick,
I am the wall.
Short one, tried to write more, couldn't think of anything that complimented these 3 lines so I left it as is. This one is about self appreciation and believing you are worth more than what you or others may tell you. Be the wall.
  Sep 2015 Luke
OliviaAutumn
Hand me down the love you had before me
And sow gently the tears in your sleeve
So I can wear your heart on arms made
To hold you as you drift through sleep.
  Sep 2015 Luke
Saige Lakeman
Can't you see?
It's the same old me,
sure i'm scared,
and maybe i'm broken,
but it's your fault.
You could have listened,
you could have tried,
Instead,
You choose to break me.
So I left.
And even now you hurl words in the form of rocks,
Straight through my glass heart,
But I will always try to live,
Even if you don't want me too.
Luke Sep 2015
Float on lifeless vessel, I’m afraid I must jump ship.
Everything I’ve ever done, ever suffered
has lead straight to this.

Every story they will sing will be of sorrow and of doubt
but this was never about taking the easy way,
this was just about getting out.

I’ve lived so long in regret of moments that fleeted all too soon
that my head has become crowded with all the broken memories
and now there’s just no room.

I can’t exist beside them for any longer, not for one more day.
So I’ll deliver my bones unto the river and
let the current carry my conscience away.
This one may seem like it's about suicide but it's really about letting go of the things that you've been holding onto, forgetting them, moving on. Lethe is the river of forgetfulness, being one of the five rivers of the Greek underworld. It is said that if you drank from the river you would experience forgetfulness.
Luke Sep 2015
Like a travel guide embedded in your tissue,
your scars are roadmaps,
they tell me where you’ve been.
With caution, I run my fingers through the grooves,
and I feel every stone in your path
so I steer away from them
and all the places you wish to never return to.
Your memories are the passing landmarks,
and I see the sadness in every weakened construct.
I’ll never take you down those roads,
I’ll never pave my own.
I promise.
Luke Sep 2015
When I look at you, you are a hotel room.
I see the people that have come and gone,
staying for the moment before leaving you forever.
I see the things that they left behind,
things that were never meant to mean a thing
but suddenly became your everything.
I see the trashed rooms of your soul
and the repair bills they never had to pay,
the *** on the sheets where they left your heart
to lay at night.
I see the waterlogged carpet from the storms
that you wept and the tired springs of your
levied will just barely holding in.
I see your four walls.
They are ***** and cracked at the corners where they meet.
I see you, hotel room and I see your imperfections.
And yet when I look at you, you still feel more like home
than anywhere else I know.
Luke Sep 2015
It’s been nearly fifteen years and I’ve all but forgotten your face,
your name still echoes a void inside my chest,
it’s the only part of you that remains.
I was too young to remember you completely.
I was too young to understand your pain.
But the lesson I’ve learned from your departure,
is that broken hearts often fill early graves.

You left a letter and I can only imagine what it said.
We don’t blame you for what you did
just know that things haven’t been the same since.
You were a light. A lantern. A guiding star.
But in the end even the brightest sparks succumb to the dark.
And I’ve made it a point in life to be an example of everything you are.
I don’t believe in a life after this but I know wherever I’ve been,
you were never all that far.

And I know there’s a thousand sad songs out there
but you know they’re all unique,
because though everyone has lost someone
they’ll never know what you meant to me.
And I wish you were here,
oh, how I wish you had ******* stayed,
cause maybe things would be different now.
Maybe we’ll have our chance to find out someday.
This one is extremely personal to me and one I have been wanting to write for a long time but could never figure out how to do it justly. My Auntie Natalie, my godmother, my mother's best friend throughout high school, committed suicide years and years ago when I was a young child. At the time, I was too young to understand what had happened but my mum told me she died of a broken heart. Natalie left a massive void when she died, I know my mother hasn't been the same since, there's an infinite sadness in her even to this day. It's crazy to think how much a person can affect your life.
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