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The  battle  inside but  never forgotten
So many streps to see the light
The pain that over took my body
I felt so alone deep inside
The tears that stained my heart
The drug to **** what was killing me
At times i felt so lost  on this road
The hope that always flew threw my body
The image that no one  wanted to see
In the end i beat cancer.
My battle with cancer and i am  five years cancer free
 Oct 2015 Alan S Bailey
drljms
Hey, I have something to say
Would you mind listening to me?
But, maybe it's not the right time
So yes, nevermind.

Wait! Should I just say it now?
Promise me you'll not hate me after saying this.
Are you curious,
anxious,
suspicious?
Or am I getting ridiculous?

First of all,
you're beautiful.
Just like the flowers
blooming,
Like the stars
shining,
And the butterflies
flying.

You make my heart
skip a beat,
You make my mind
distracted.
What do you think is the reason?
Do you have something in mind?

This really is the right time,
For me to say this line.
With all my mind and heart,
I like you,
is what this something's all about.
I like you.
I have a tendency to change the pronouns
in the poems I write.
I love him.
It used to be her.
He makes me weak.
She makes my heart flutter
a staccato panic against my ribs.
It's time I told the truth in my writing.
ɨ.

Oռċɛ aɢaɨռ
Sɦɛ's օռ ċʟօʊɖ ռɨռɛ;
Sʟɛɛքɨռɢ aʟօʄt աɦɛʀɛ ɢօɖ ɨs,
Qʊɛɛռ օʄ tɦɛ ɖɨʋɨռɛ.

ɨɨ.

I'ʍ աatċɦɨռɢ ɦɛʀ aɢaɨռ
I ʄɛɛʟɛtɦ as ɨʄ ʟօʋɛ's sքʏ;
Sɦɛ's sʟʊʍɮɛʀɨռɢ քɛaċɛʄʊʟʟʏ,
As tɨs ռɨɢɦt tɦɛʀɛ, ɦɛʀɛ ɖaʏtɨʍɛ.



©Bʀaռɖօռ Naɢʟɛʏ
©Lօռɛsօʍɛ քօɛt's քօɛtʀʏ
©Eaʀʟ ʝaռɛ Naɢʟɛʏ ɖɛɖɨċatɨօռ-Fɨʟɨքɨռօ rose
How can something so dull and lifeless now be stained with a color so bright red for the night baby lets lay and stare at it all night until a shooting star comes in sight n a look of fright as it signals the end of our pain and the end of our happiness so I grab your hand this love won't end so let's close our eyes in the sights of death and say I love you with our dying breath cuz we are all that we have left
I wish to paint using the night sky...
every star as important as the last...
So that pictures fill my sight...
So that stories cloud my head...
I cast my finger across the horizon...
My mind will take me there...
Some day...
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