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How can such a waste of time
Have such a pretty smile
And know just the right things to say
To make my own come out for a while?
 Nov 2013 Athenia Roberts
Leila
God, I don't think im ready
my confidence is drowning like a Louisiana levee
I don't feel prepared
and all that comes won't be shared
  
I don't posses what I feel is mine
I feel like i've forgotten how to rhyme
I'm hungry like im poor
and I keep meeting up with closed doors
  
But when I go where I go, sometimes I get lost
I get led on and I get forgot
So I approach life anxiously
because I know more pain waits for me
There have been tears.
There have been faded memories.
There have been lost causes and broken hearts.
We have felt that falling in our stomachs
that comes before the pit.
We have bitten back words
that should have been set free.
We have needed closed arms that should
have been opened.
We have found ourselves in
unfriendly territory and
stayed.


We have been lost.


But we have found light.
We have felt joy.
We have laughed with meaning.
We have cried with happiness.
And we,
through the closing of coffins and building
of cradles,
the lifting sensation when a child giggles
and the wrenching sound of a breaking heart,
and these other many
and great things that are
life,
we have danced.
 Oct 2013 Athenia Roberts
Showman
It
took me
losing everything
to finally realize how
much something as small
as a scrambled egg could make  
a difference in the way
you look at people,
nature, things,
even joy
Fin.
Why were we born if we have to die?
Step back and take a different look
Our lives each a very special book
beyond one cover is the sky
beyond another is the ocean
the binds the horizon, either way we look
yet the pages are our world and all that meets our eye
each page is a day, that creeps and pass by
our foot prints in time, are the letters
that form the words and lines
as we move along
the pages fill with words
only memories behind you, only blank in front of you
and the ink on your feet and your love to guide you
you make each new word and the story thats behind you
and you cant let the blank white blind you
to let another finished book become the words behind you
to become a copy of a copy that is copying you
but to add a book new to the library,
where the library is earth
to read all the books behind you,
and make a new story, that brings happiness inside you
for the next to read as they write too
to make a copy or something
beautiful and new
your writing your book, because fate chose you
your writing your book, to choose your fate
the now always creeping, *times never late
 Oct 2013 Athenia Roberts
lydia
People always say that they have a hole in their heart,
Or a piece of them is missing.
People always talk about how they don’t quite feel whole.
This isn’t like that.
My entire body feels like it’s being ****** away.
I feel nothing,
But every emotion is amplified.
Every move you make is like an earthquake to my soul,
Shaking me till I am numb,
Till every bit of me is nothing but dusty debris.
Every day gone by is wasted.
There were no kisses, no fingers intertwined.
Today’s rain would have been so beautiful,
If I could have watched it with you.
Except I didn’t. So every rain drop that hit my face
Felt heavier than lead.
I've been good and working hard
Doing my best to get noticed for the right reasons
There's a ******* my mind
We are both goal oriented
I've been focused and ambitious
Id like to do more for myself and other benefit
Lots of of ideas bouncing around
Id like to make them a reality
Instead of asking what if
As of late I've been asking how
Id like everyone to be happy but that's on them
In over lowering myself to be accepted
Majority of the time I'm rejected
Being sober and straight edge
I like to read use my mind not let tv influence my reality
Writing is my expression so I could be heard and understood
I'm hooked on good vibes not fueled by negativity
Avoiding ppl who don't understand
Praying to be understood
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