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April May 2014
I told my brother on the first of May
if the tidal waves swallow me whole
if the bags beneath my eyes darken
my weaknesses start to show
don't let my past grow

I said don't you understand
the flower can only flourish for so long
until its time
to be
eternally gone

a week later my brother wrapped his arms around my bare back
he told me
even beyond the time
my heart beats
and my thoughts flow
I will love you
*your spirit will always grow
April May 2014
Dear Dad,
...

Dear Father,
...

I've tried so many ways to say this
so many sentences
details to add
details to delete

i never seem to get it right
I will never be satisfied

I think I found my answer
they speak of hands embracing
sparks flowing from finger tip to finger tip

and that's just it
I can't even get satisfaction over a letter

why

because you will never read it
that's why I can't find the right words to say
because there's just to many words
that will flow
without any meaning

and I just can't let that happen
you're gone
April May 2014
All i wonder at night
is how to rid the sight of you
when all i want to do
is close my eyes
April May 2014
she sat underneath the great oak tree
she felt nothing
she heard nothing
beside her bruised knees
lay a dandelion
ripped from its roots
well maybe it was already on its way out
but she thought
what a shame
because it screamed for help
oh she could hear it
and oh
she could feel
the desperation the anger the terror
oh she felt

she blinked her eyes
the dandelion was gone
but she could still feel
and she could still hear
then she realized
there was never a dandelion

she heard
and she felt
her own pain, anger, terror

it was her all along
April May 2014
Love is the air in an elevator with no limits.
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 :)
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