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alexis hill May 2014
I can't say
I love you
but I can say
I don't.

but some one
out there does
love you.

I don't know where
you're from but
it's been one hell
of a ride.

and I can't tell you
what sort of
trip you've been
on

or walk of life
you've been
on.

but I can
tell you,
that life
goes on.
alexis hill May 2014
today is today
yesterday was yesterday

and I find myself
re-living yesterday.
everyday.

so excuse me,
while I slice
myself open
tears, pouring
years in hoping for a
better, yesterday.
alexis hill May 2014
I've lost me.
lost that creativity
word savvy
bein able to write poetry

I've lost me.
my solitude is
so sweet more so
much more
than that cancer filling

my lungs from every cigarette
**** that just another habit
swallowed down the rabbit hole
entirely whole

I've lost me.
I got about a dollar in change
my wallets empty
I have no job or friends

no one to turn to
it burns through my heart
this beating drum
need some Xanax or a ******

not even running on
adrenaline just soaking up
the sun till it's
like a game:

who can burn the most
who can turn my stomach the most
who can learn from every lesson the most.

who can. who can, who can find me. for I've seemed to have

lost me.
alexis hill Apr 2014
poets
be spoken
collaborate and piece
together the broken

poets
be spoken
let the rhymes
write their own lines

expansion for words
in these infiltrated minds
maybe poets if
you be out spoken

we won't be left
hoping for a literary
revolution

poets; be spoken.
alexis hill Apr 2014
it's a true testament in
pride for that New York everything
walk fast talk fast
pride in New York everything

fast pace
lights never dying
city never sleeps
the sun is dawning
city's still crawling

it's cause New York is everything
business thriving
heart of the music
heart is beating
it's jiving

and that old school
blunt riding
pride in New York everything
upstate

down the Hudson river
misunderstood
gun slinger
and vendettas

ghettos and the wealthy
fifth avenue and tall buildings
pride for that New York everything...
inspired by Wu Tang; again and againn
alexis hill Apr 2014
I once wanted so
badly to die.

I once saw the world
with clouded eyes
a shrouded disguise
of pain and apathy

yet now things have
been looking up
my outlook on life
is improving

used to using a
fine language of suicide
confined to the
walls of my brain

I was contained
and chained
to the insane

but I broke it.
reversed the cycle
and routine

now it seems
as though
things are brighter

I made a conscious
decision after
living and learning
digesting lessons

from my conscience.

for once I have
a clear vision.

for a time it felt
like swimming
with eyes open.
so I closed em.

then lifted those
lids to find
the world looking
so different

a pure prism of
hope and such a
lifted perception.

now I have the motivation
and drive to strive everyday
to live to be alive.

it's such a sense
of euphoria
manifesting itself
inside,

I hold it and
keep it.
it's my best kept secret,

of an everlasting
eternal sunshine.
alexis hill Mar 2014
there is
something

about holding
hands

two palms whispering
secrets

held as

one

singing,

I f e e l.
I f e e l.

I feel for
you.
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