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Alexis Marie Apr 2017
I used to think love was just "Beautiful, how was you're day?"
I never thought it was, "It's going to be okay."

Because being sad while you were in love was never an option.
I always sought for love because love was the answer to all your problems.

Love is full of questions, emotions, feelings, and attitudes.

You ask how was your day AND what's wrong.
You understand happiness AND depression.

Love is endless, and unconditional.

It should not come and go just as easily as your sadness might.
Alexis Marie Mar 2017
People say growing up is hard;
yet I see it as a game.

You win some you lose some.
Never make a game to serious;

Because upon frustration comes destruction,
and upon destruction becomes despair.

make life your game,
and all the people; little pieces.

Play until its over and boring,
disperse peacefully and without the need for judgement.
Life has been so tough. I think I'm going to stop coming back here more often. Love it.
Alexis Marie Aug 2016
Trees fall,
lights flicker and crack;
thunder sprawls around me
lighting lights up the walls,
and sadly,
this helped me to recall your love.
I think this is a little rough, but sometimes love is easy to remember, and hard to explain.
  Jan 2016 Alexis Marie
E. E. Cummings
i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows


—in the woods

And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
                  your kiss
Too tired to hold on,
Too scared to let go.

  Jan 2016 Alexis Marie
Jen Jo
Yes, you're beautiful.
Yes, you're beautiful.
Even if the whole world denies it. Yes, you're beautiful.

Everyday, I remind myself.
And the cycle continues.
We're all wonderfully and fearfully made. Remember that.
Alexis Marie Jan 2016
Don't you dare wish for the death of your soul.
Please don't hope at 17 that your life is cut short,
Because somewhere out there, a little girl, only a few years old, hasn't lived to make her first mistake, while you attempt to make your last, the innocence of her soul is severed quickly from her body, fighting for her life while you slit your wrists just because some boy just doesn't ******* love you back.

Don't you dare try to tell me your life isn't worth living, because the only God forsaken problem you have is the lack of the innocent love of a teenage boy.
All these people trying to **** themselves while little babies are dying left and right makes me absolutely sick.

— The End —