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we need a plan
in case of emergencies
and unexpected nightfalls
when the world turns sharp edged
and strange

we need to prepare
for days of pale faces
wet socks
and cold hands

we need to hold each other
and mend each other’s tears
- sowing the untethered buttons back on

we need to let ourselves breathe
when the air is hard to come by
and we need to let go
of stale dreams
that rot away in attic corners
and dusty chests

we need to walk
into the shiny street
wearing nothing
but our best smiles
reserved for Sundays
and first stork nests
 Jun 2015 alexis hill
SySy
Cautious be the message
Wise be the words
Moderation be the compass
Since words fly like birds.

They can spread like germs
Or can travel from middle earth
They say they spoke to aliens
Some even spoke at birth.

Infectious, malicious, deep-cutting,
belittling, sour, off-putting.

Caring, hopeful, truly sincere,
peaceful, sweet, a kiss to the ear.

There are many forms a word can take,
like the variety of breads a baker bakes.

Love and Hate, yes,
two ends of a pole,
yet as similar as panther is to shark
is to flamingo is to mole.

Now how does that work?
your mind is seething.
Well think about it,
all the above are breathing.

Similarly, words are very alive too,
living in our minds freely in sort of a word zoo.

Certainly diverse their engines of
meaning and intent,
but once in your peripheral they float
around lividly like your favourite scent.

They can aim to degrade
or to even inspire,
Or aim to find truth
from those of a liar,
Or aim to show anger
or some just for fun,
My message is simply remember,
that you are a gun.

Your mouth the barrel,
your brain the clip,
Your vocal system
both spring and grip,

In a world full of ears
every word is a bullet
your tongue is the trigger
Be careful when you pull it.
'You have two ears and one mouth, so listen twice as much as you talk'
I was told that today would be my last day, which was weird being that I had no job
No, you see today was my last day standing in the in-between,
It’s funny you know, my life could go in two directions and the outcome of it all comes down to this split decision, the one I make right now
But it’s not that funny, I’m not ready to make this decision, I’m not set on where to go,
So the in-between is exactly where I want to be
Everyone keeps telling me what I should do but in reality none of that makes sense to me,
In all honesty, I’m caving, the pressure is a bit too much
I used to find peace in the in-between but now the once solid foundation is beginning to crumble,
It’s sad, to see a place you once loved begin to fall apart and everyone around you cannot see that you’re standing on thin ice
It started off fine, I was able to juggle it all
But then things were thrown off balance, I froze and I could no longer juggle any of this, my act began to suffer,
There once was a saying that the straw broke the camel’s back,
Well, look at me now, the last straw has been added and it looks like I became the camel
I hope this was all worth it, your words have seeped in and the in-between is no longer my home,
This is no longer a place I wish to return,
This place has been burned to the ground so I hope it was worth it
I hope this makes you happy,
Don’t ever let them tell you that the in-between is a waste of time,
It’s already too late for me but there’s still a chance for you
Don’t let them crush your spirit,
Hey, mom and dad, I hope I've made you proud.
 Apr 2015 alexis hill
JustChloe
I didnt mean to hurt you
im sorry if i made you sad
but this love is the first unconditional love i have ever had
its more than you think
Im not just hurting you im hurting me
My broken heart strings ring off key
inside of me an offtune orchestra sings
I have never been perfect
and i never will be
I will never be able to love you like you think
I will never bee all you need
but one day i hope you will leave me
so you can be happy
so im sorry
for hurting you
i hope you dont accept this apology
and forget me
 Mar 2015 alexis hill
Darren
This
 Mar 2015 alexis hill
Darren
This poem is for all the words that were never spoken
The ones that got caught half way up the throat
almost to their destination, but swallowed back down again.
The ones that die on the tongue, leaving only the bad taste of regret.

This is for all those who were afraid to say those words.
The would be lovers who never found the courage to speak their hearts desire.
The preacher who has lost his faith and to the sinner who found his.

This is for the 1 am street walkers who fell in love with shadows.
For their empty pockets and full hearts.
And all their unanswered prayers to gods that don’t know their names.

This right here, is for all the moments that we spent together
and all the moments that died before their time.
This is a kiss goodbye or maybe even a kiss hello.

This is for all the people who ever wanted to die before their time
and for all the ones who keep on struggling.
I know the pain that nights brings.

This is for me, me who is all of this things.
And for you, my midnight warrior,
who taught me that there is hope in tomorrow.

This poem is not a eulogy, but rather a resurrection,
for all of us who go too far and love the wrong people.
This is not our tombstone, but our declaration.
 Mar 2015 alexis hill
Darren
I thought that the end would be poetic,
like our favorite novels that end so cleanly.

I thought it would end with a period
or exclamation point, even just a question mark.

Instead I was left with a simple,
unpunctuated sentence, that was cut off.

I now know that happy endings
are supposed to stay in favorite books.

Life is more complex than
perfectly squared endings in neat boxes.

Life ends in the middle of a verse-
 Mar 2015 alexis hill
qi
Think of me
When hopelessness clogs up your arteries
Eats away at your bones
And leaves you gasping for air;
I'll be the oxygen you breathe

We are all so* weak, *dear
And every night, flames gutter out, die,
swayed by the call of the wind,
and I fear you will too.
you deserve so much better.
 Mar 2015 alexis hill
Taylor buus
One minute I mean everything to you and you couldn't go a day with out me

One minute we are friends with some passion there

One minute we are just acquaintances

One minute we are strangers  with some memories.

One minute I don't know who I'm looking at anymore.

It was all gone in what felt like 5 minutes. Do you feel empty like me. That small hole you feel deep within your heart. It's tearing you down too isn't it? It only took 5 minutes.
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