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April May 2014
to the mother who was my shield
the grass beneath my feet
through the rain and sleet
when all I could think about was letting go

to the mother who watched from the sidelines
you knew when to let me go
when I was at balance
and ready to compete

to the mother tucked in the overwhelming sheets
frail and small
the wires that measure your heart beat
now I watch
I smile

I've finally learned how to let go
I've finally learned when to let go
When you're gone
I think
I'll be okay
Just a life lesson.. wanted to write something for Mothers Day.
April May 2014
Maybe when we start
Our lungs are filled with air
Our stomach is clear of nerves
And most importantly our hearts are filled with love
But
maybe on the down fall ladder
our lungs aren’t so strong anymore
our stomach is weaker
and our hearts are empty
And
We wonder
We rose to our greatest heights
with love in our hearts
and the energy to strive
why
as
we
come
down
we lose our air
our peace
our love
w h y
*sorry for my terrible titles.. just can't think of anything good* anyways i think i love this a lot. Its one of those poems that just come to you. You're just sitting there and then all of sudden it's like you need to write what you're thinking down. Anyhow this is the outcome. Feedback always welcome :)
April May 2014
there's something special about the sound of rain
slapping the concrete
sliding down the glass windows

each and every drop
comes to an end
nestled in the stems of grass
or snuggled beside a rough rock
their journey
thru the ups and downs
come together

and what more could be beautiful
then finding the end
not alone
wow gonna fix this ahaha
April May 2014
maybe you can't handle the tidal waves after all
even in the darkest depths of my despair
your feet don't stay grounded
and that's all i ever needed
April May 2014
For some time
it occurred to me
I was better off
mute than loud

the words I spoke
always lost in the happy glow
the strength I attained
never seemed to shine
like their faces
spending time with their friends
April May 2014
Me
at 3am
the light will distort your vision
I just want you to know
I wont ever let anyone in
cuz I cant accept myself
for who I really am

I know under the bright sun
friends in tow
glances back and forth
i look crystal clear
you have me figured me out
don't you?

you're wrong
I am crystal clear
but
what you don't see
is the miniscule cracks lining my skin
you don't see the terror
inside of me
slipping through

I want you to know now
before
its too late
cuz I am me
and I'm cracking
you don't want to love
someone
like
me
April May 2014
they heard voices
i wondered
i heard voices too
but then I realized
the voice was only my own
I had let this hate eat my flesh
tear my veins
swelled my heart till it was too large to
feel warmth again

i wasn't a monster
no I was me
the girl
with the nervous hands
timid voice
nothing changed
only the depths of my dreams

and the catch was
no one
in my view of sight
wanted to be my hook
leap in
be my warrior

and tonight
with my inner voice
telling me things
embarking them in my brain
I know
everything is uncertain
tomorrow
I can only dream
is this even a poem? hah, i literally do not know if this makes any sense whatsoever. I might fix it tomorrow :)
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