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Alice Baker Sep 2013
She smiles coyly,
Playing with her wild tangly mane.

She ***** her head to the side,
Scoots a little closer and says:

"I'd like to think that I tend to trip more people
Than I fall for."
Part one if a series I'm doing on a character to be named.
Alice Baker Sep 2013
Mommy, I'm being bullied and I don't know what to do. I can't escape them and they know just what to say.

Dearest please explain, for your friends at school love you.... The teachers say you love to play.

Mommy you don't understand, they're deeper. Mommy they're in my head. I can't control them now and they all want  me dead
This is kinda raw, not really a poem.
Alice Baker Sep 2013
~then~

We sat at the edge of tomorrow
Searching with hopeful eyes
For the future we thought we shared.

~and~

We didn't know how long it would last
Nor did we care
For all our plans were promises.

~and~

We said we'd find each other
Through festivals, friendship and love
We planned for months and years.

~but~

We found our future shattered
At the bottom of despair and distrust
Betrayal and heartache and the cold hard past hit hard.

~so~

For us there will be no tomorrow
No festivals, friendship or love
Our months and years of discovery have turned to hatred.

~now~

For us the door is closed
The future is blank
The connection runs cold.
Alice Baker Sep 2013
We tried so hard to stay afloat
Dodging the bullets that came spinning at our heads.

We tried to ignore the battle scars
That traced down the backs of our spine.

That final month I couldn't walk
I had nothing but open wounds.

I tried so hard to talk them out
You tried so hard to listen.

But words didn't come, instead there were daggers
I dragged you down one last time.

Now my name means nothing
For I left nothing but open wounds.

We're both bleeding.
But now we bleed alone.
Alice Baker Jul 2013
Watery eyes stare at the ceiling
As aching limbs stretch across the bed
Grasping for a hand that left long ago
Alice Baker Jul 2013
She would drown him in her own tears
Fighting for the light
That came at the end of a tunnel
Too long to walk alone

He held her hand just long enough
For the trust to be built
And when he felt her stumbling
He'd only hold on tighter.

One day the tunnel was particularly dark
And she particularly blind
He said I've had enough
And headed to the other side.

He'd been drowning far too long
It was time to take a breath
He tried not to care
If she got lost

Gone was her umbrella
Her protector

And she gasped for air as her tears began to drown her
She searched frantically for the arm she'd held so tight
Only to find her own feet beneath her
And a journey half finished

With each step she found her strength
She began to trust her own legs
Her tears began to clear
She could breathe again
Alice Baker Jul 2013
They say tomorrow is full.
But today was empty.
They say that the future will be solid
But the present is hollow

Promises become tomorrow
Disappointment becomes today.
Happiness becomes the future
Loneliness fills the present

Forgive me when I say,
I can't take another today.
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