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 Nov 2013 Angela Nagisa
Natalie B
Every time
He calls me perfect
I hate myself
Just a little bit more.
he was
wrapped up, enraptured
caught up and captured
by a delicate and delightful
brazenly beautiful
perfectly perfect
girl.

that he was...
that he was...
 Nov 2013 Angela Nagisa
elias
between the earth and the sky
between the world and the abyss
he endures the necessity

always understanding, always between
always bearing difficult matters
he endures the unreasonableness

unable to falter, unable to complain
unable to release without disaster
he endures the unendingness

ever supporting, ever upholding
ever expecting, ever hoping
he endures til the morrow

and enduring, he enables our tomorrow
and enduring, he enables our surviving
zeus made atlas hold the sky from falling to the earth.
he was a titan and so he did it.

like atlas, an associate endured.
a middle manager - a chieftain
 Nov 2013 Angela Nagisa
Alexis
He looked at me.
He always knows
What's in my heart.
It always shows.
He knows my mind and outer fears.
He knows the signs I figure
Are unclear.
This guy,
He understands my world.
He loves me dearly,
And protects me so.
Although,
I do not give
Him the Time
Of Day.
He'll stay.
And wish,
Wish for me.
But I am not in
Love.
I am merely just
Loved.
I've lost all focus
And my minds filled with hocus pocus
Cause I'm expecting something magical
To come but I'm stuck with the factual
That I'm meant to struggle right now
But I can't grasp exactly how
long or how wrong all of it is
And how much I really miss
Being simply okay
Even if it's just for today
I lose a stroke of happiness with each passing glance
And I miss my heart doing it's own lil prance
For joy or wonder or greatness
Because I'm sitting here traitless
And no real focus on whats real
Only on what else I could feel
In this tragic moment of time
I hope to take the pain away with each little rhyme
Brown eyes, liquid dark,
step inside
no struggle, just quiet,
look around
what have you entered.

Inside the silence echoes,
but you can see the shards all over the ground
mirror, shattered,
blood pooling around your feet
look at your hands.

Fingerless stubs
stop picking up the pieces?
Choices
Life choices
Liquid brown eyes,
they hide laughter
is it real,
or cold, fake,
something to be afraid of?
We live in a pessimistic chaotic world
This is what causes our brains to swirl
Everyone driving us insane well beyond our membrane
Struggling to find a few people to be our sugar cane
Keep us in a candy land, a land of false hopes
Eventually we need reality, a nice size *****
It may make you low but then you know it's real
Learn how to cope and eventually you can deal
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