Audrey Lucille

Audrey Lucille Oct 2013

Me,
a word describing a young girl, Always looking for a non existent love, and always damaged after the partnership ends. A girl that always finds her flaws, and has never been able to walk around with confidence, and a smile on her face. Her sadness has overcome her and has turned her into a machine that destroys her physical appearance as well as her emotional being, and only the ones that broke her heart could fix this.

Audrey Lucille Oct 2013

Walking billboards

Who is she,
They would ask
A cynical gothic *****
Who is she,
They would ask
A girl looking for attention
Who is she,
They would ask
Someone who is different and not afraid.

Walking down the hallways at school, people always stare, only because they are afraid to be more than just a walking billboard.
Given **** about speaking your opinions, and given harsh judgment for being open minded.
Who are we now? We are greater, because only in the future finally we stand up and say, "no this is not ok."
No more torment, and no more pain and suffering. Who are we now? We are more generous, because the way we dress does not effect our emotional connection to things. We are not walking billboards.

Audrey Lucille Oct 2013

Raw

I remember when we first met, downtown crossroads.
          The streets were filled with people shuffling from one art gallery to the next. Jazz was played on the corner of the streets, causing the noise pollution to die down a bit. People listened and danced.
      You grabbed my hand and swung me towards you,  and I realized, just in the shortest time, we were swing dancing.
       We ******. We couldn't dance, but just the fact that you were touching me and I was touching you created  a gate that held back all my negative thoughts and feelings. You were the only thing that was there. It was just the music... And you...
        This "relationship" we had was slowly turning into a war. You cheated and I stayed.
Staying with you was a simple mistake that I had made only because I thought that I loved you, and you made me believe that you loved me back. Every single day since you forced your lips against that other girls, I have been nothing but jealous and hurt, but I didn't distribute my jealousy as much as I did my sadness and anger.
       You, put me through more than I asked, In fact I asked for nothing that involved pain and suffering. I only asked for love and caring.
We had many good memory's, and many photographs were taken. I will never forget the great times we had.
I will never forget you.

    By Audrey Lucille Pendergraft
10/22/20013

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