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8.5k · Sep 2014
Opposite
3.7k · Jul 2014
Touch of passion
Audrey Lucille Jul 2014
When you touch me I am immediately turned on.
Your hands are always warm
and your skin is soft.
I love when we are about to stop kissing
the last few kisses grow
slower
and longer.
When you press your pelvis against mine I can't help but think
about how wonderful it's going to be to make love to you
3.3k · Aug 2014
Outline
Audrey Lucille Aug 2014
Your
charming
looks
and sleek
personality
cursed my
conscious.
I was so overwhelmed you saw right through me where as I could merely only see the thin outline that contained what was inside of you.
But my outline
was
clear
which made it easier for you.
I could not see into your thoughts like you could mine, nor was your body language easy to read.
Weeks ahead of time I should have noticed what was wrong.
1.7k · Oct 2013
Raw
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
1.4k · Aug 2014
Being deleted
Audrey Lucille Aug 2014
Being deleted
From
Someone's
Life

Is like
Choking
Every time
You
Swallow something.
1.3k · Nov 2013
Ascertained
Audrey Lucille Nov 2013
I tried to forget
But you grew roots around my ribcage
And sprouted flowers just below my collarbones
All day I pluck their petals
But I have not yet ascertained
Whether you love me
Or not.
1.3k · Apr 2014
Anon
Audrey Lucille Apr 2014
Great!
That's the little red headed girl
Who's quiet and loud
Talented and joyful
Cute as a button and **** as hell.
      
        - anonymous first love
What I once had is completely gone, torn from the seems, and I feel helpless
1.1k · Nov 2014
Not a poem (the truth)
Audrey Lucille Nov 2014
I have to constantly tell myself that I didn’t love him.
I used him
he used me
for comfort, and comfort only.
I’ve only ever loved one human being in that way on this planet. 

And it’s okay
because when I tell myself I didn’t love him
I know we were in the same place.
Our chests were both hurting from someone else
hammering
nails
into
our
hearts.
We needed each other then
but we didn’t love each other ever.
A.p.
1.1k · Oct 2013
A gentleman
Audrey Lucille Oct 2013
A tall lanky man stood outside my door
I didn't know why
His black rain boots had left muddy foot prints in the apartment lobby.
His dark brown coat reached a little passed his knees, and his red scarf was wrapped tightly around his neck
But all he did was hover over my door.
He stared through the peep hole, I knew he couldn't see me, but I was scared.
Maybe he was just simply at the wrong apartment door.
He pushed away from the peephole, and I took my turn to see this man.
His face was pale, and his cheek bones were high.
Dark bags sat underneath his eyes. He looked dead.
I don't know why this man stood at my door.
But I waited three days till he left. And when he did, he sank right into the floor and was gone. I never saw that man again.
998 · Mar 2015
Into the wild
Audrey Lucille Mar 2015
And the reason I want to live in the wild
is because the
cruelty
everyone spends a detailed amount of time trying to
shove down other people's
throats
perfectly, and knowingly
trying to make them feel like ****.
It is especially astonishing when they greet you with a kind smile and act as if they are your friend.
840 · Oct 2014
Don't dream
Audrey Lucille Oct 2014
What I am most fearful of, is waking up in the middle of the night, not being able to move. Being paralyzed. Only being able to move my eyes.
      
        I am terrified of the dark, or maybe not that, it could be the things that are found in the darkness. Imagine waking up in your 160 year old house, with ancient doorknobs that have apertures only a skeleton key could fit, finding out that the door is locked. How? You are inside your room and yet the door is locked, who locked you in, how did they lock you in? Your eyes might water but before you cry you will pound on the door. There is no response.

           But wait, you are now paralyzed again and still you can move nothing but your eyes. Your only hope is that the morning will come soon and the sun will shine through your windows. What seems like an hour, passes. You are able to twist your head to the side. The clock says 2:04 am. You wait and wait, but surely ten minutes pass and the clock still says 2:04 am and now your head is stuck looking at the clock and you are scared you are so scared, and the door, you can hear someone put a key in your door, the **** turns and the door swings open, something forces your body to jolt up, you look at the door and all that is there, is.....darkness.

       That is what I am terrified of.
I am truthfull
819 · Nov 2014
The girl in the red coat
Audrey Lucille Nov 2014
Let's take a ride through the streets made from tombstones.
Ages ago.
A little girl with a red coat stood out before anyone else.
Everything was black and white, but her coat, it had color.
She ran through the streets unaware of what the future held for her. That her only destination in life, was to be chosen for her, and that she would be forced to choke on the very aroma of hydrogen cyanide.
Burn
Burn
You saw her then, you see her now. The only difference is that life is absent, and death is present, forever.
Inspired by "Schindler's list"
784 · Oct 2013
Beauty/me
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.
747 · Jan 2014
the heart
Audrey Lucille Jan 2014
i am a human being and although i may look as solid as a rock on the outside, doesn't mean i am not as soft and plushy as a cotton ball on the inside.
what is a heart?
it is a hollow, pumplike ***** of blood circulation, composed mainly of rhythmically contractile smooth muscle, located in the chest between the lungs.
i do not understand how a heart can make you feel emotion for that is not how i thought that worked. to my knowledge, it is just the way us humans are.
so what happens when someone says they have had their heart broken? well one can only assume that they are going to die or they are, already dying.
if you complain about your appearance, yes at first you will get drowned in compliments by people you love, but as time goes on, everybody will see that there is no way to help you.
if you are searching for a love that is so far fetched, you need to learn to love yourself first, before you can love anybody else.
and if you think that you are broken or hurt and in pain, then only you are the one who has broken yourself. only you can fix the way you are, so tell yourself you are a whole person, and that these bad things will not affect who you are.
738 · Aug 2014
I am older than.....
Audrey Lucille Aug 2014
For some reason I have aged
quicker
than the normal human race would.

I am older than any human alive.
I am older than the trees grounded to earth by their roots
and the purest water that flows in a place no being has ever discovered.
I am older than Christ
I am older than dinosaurs
I am older than earth itself.


But normally when people ask me, I make it simple by thinking up a random number such as 
1,300,456
you could say I look
young
for my age, but all I can see when I look in the mirror is
death.
641 · Apr 2014
FLAWS
Audrey Lucille Apr 2014
Flaws


I remember the days you looked at me almost as if I was a piece of art inside a museum. Concealed from the world, from all the bad things. Amazed at what you saw, I was beautiful to you, I was flawless.
I was flawless because I easily had so many kinks that could be pointed out, but those kinks in no way tarnished my true qualities and in a way made me seem more beautiful and real to you.
Starting out far, separate, but gradually growing closer and closer.
We shared an Infinite amount of things that nobody in the world could even guess.
I let your lips brush against my face, my neck, my chest, my hips, and thighs. You let my head fit perfectly in between your neck and collar bone, and when I breathed slowly, with my draft hitting your neck, you let out a slight giggle, letting me hear your voice crack.
Now, yesterday, today, tomorrow. The future.
You do not pertain to my future.
Never do I catch a glance from you, not one not ever.
I am invisible, and you see right through me.
No longer looking into me like a book, you looked passed me almost as if I am no longer reality, I am a ghost.
618 · Oct 2013
Ones heart
Audrey Lucille Oct 2013
Your love was sprinkled upon her like delecate raindrops from the sky, and though she wasnt as elegant as the others, your heart belonged to the girl with red hair, and blue eyes, and who's head was half shaved.

She prohibited your actions, yet you were patient, and proximity grew closer.
You always showed how genuine your feelings for her were, which made her feel special.
Your intentions were never to hurt her, and for a while you didn't, but the time came, and you messed up, and your loyalty to her became nothing but a lie.
Now that girl, who supposedly had the heart belonging to you, lays in her bed in the dark, afraid to come out, not wanting to get hurt.
563 · Jun 2014
Feeling
Audrey Lucille Jun 2014
That feeling
A churning of the stomach
At one simple thought.
A moment that changed things.

A churning of the stomach
A churning of the stomach
That one simple thought
That changed things

What happened
Holding your hair back on your own.

Be independent
But you can't
You won't
You need them to hold your hair back for you.
You can't prolong, that which makes you sad.
533 · Jan 2014
Drained
Audrey Lucille Jan 2014
He will tell you, you are beautiful
And he will compliment your hair.
Maybe even say
Your face is appealing to the eye
And your style is choice
But when you are used and
Drained
Of your glow
He will want no more of you
And all that will be left are the gifts
That you got him, that he wanted no longer.
You feel lifeless and unmotivated
For you have no one
To latch onto anymore
No one to touch
To feel
To kiss
To hold
what are you now.
516 · Oct 2013
Walking billboards
Audrey Lucille Oct 2013
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.
496 · Dec 2013
Little things
Audrey Lucille Dec 2013
pretending I was dead,
you scooped me up into your arms
And looked up at the sky and yelled
No
What shall I do

Holding hands in the restaurant
In the truck i was tired
And I rested my head against you shoulder for a bit.

Why you have chosen me to be your hand to hold?
I really have no clue
But I am happy you have asked me to be your one and only.



       Audrey Pendergraft
2013
484 · Jan 2014
Vessel
Audrey Lucille Jan 2014
A vessel of annoyance
Rested its feat and perched beside me
What it held in its mouth
Was the gooie substance
Called "gum"

Is there a polightful way to chew gum?
A way where someone could
Look at you and want to respect you?
There is
There isn't

A smack they make
A smack I should give
Do not make that sound in class
Or at a meating
Or on a coffee date.

People will only look at you disgusted,
Because of the way that you decide to chew your "gum".
472 · Jan 2014
Prolong sadness
Audrey Lucille Jan 2014
You deserve to be cherished
Not to have to
Compromise or settle.
So don't prolong
That which makes you sad.
460 · Nov 2013
Corn and mozzerlla sticks
Audrey Lucille Nov 2013
Corn and mozzerlla sticks,
Oh how that means greatness to me.
A meal with special memories.

Across the table we would lean
And a gentle kiss we would
Share.

Young we were, when we got our food
And amongst us were the old.
They would stare and smile, wishing they were young again.

And though this doesn't make much sense, but the love we had
And the love we lost, could never be renewed
Although I wish it wasn't true.

Our arms were intertwined
And the food was in our hands.
Shoving the sweet delicious pie
Into each others mouths.

Brushing the hair out of my face
And hugging me so close.
You kept me warm

And the night was over
401 · Mar 2014
Dust bunny
Audrey Lucille Mar 2014
When I was a speck of dust, I rolled through school halls
All the different looking people and the emotion their faces held.

         No longer a speck, I was a dust bunny now.
People picked me up with their shoes
           That's how I saw the world.
I've seen the greenest grass and the whitest clouds.
          I've seen the beasts of the universe.
I've flown with the birds, and crawled with the ants.
   Then swept up I was, and into the trash.
390 · Dec 2014
D
Audrey Lucille Dec 2014
D
I wore his boxers to sleep, that he let me keep, and when I dreamt, it’s what made me weep, for when I woke up, it was all gone, reality paraded back into my head, and I raised my fist and hit my pillow, because wow 9 months it has been and I am pathetic for still missing you.
A.p.
384 · Nov 2013
Breathe
Audrey Lucille Nov 2013
The last breath of a woman,
The last words that she spoke
So important to her
   It was like a roller coaster of love, with good times and bad, and it was great while it lasted

The words of the man
Laying next to this woman,
The thoughtful words that he spoke
   It is the best for everyone, no more pain, for we will be free and so will our loved ones.

They rose their hands holding daggers
They gracefully dug into eachother
They were free now.

No more pain, for they... will be free
353 · Nov 2013
My lady's window
Audrey Lucille Nov 2013
There is a light
At my lady's window.
A light so loud, that it, itself manifests
Into the road, where people know,
That someone is awake.

There lay her body
So still
So beautiful.
Still breathing
The only thing that kept
Her from getting up was depressing, and sad,
And although you don't know this woman
You would feel great remorse.
275 · May 2014
Anon #2
Audrey Lucille May 2014
Sleep well,
For the past is a
Constant burning plain
Sending smoke signals
Of worries and fears
But the future
Is a sting of wind my dear!
Let it come
And it shall set you free.

-anonymous first love
271 · Nov 2015
E
Audrey Lucille Nov 2015
E
When I started talking to you in August.
I had this feeling I was going to be with you.
The feeling wasn't visible enough to grasp yet though.
Then I began to care for you.
We hung out, got along, and with such sweet lips we shared out first glorious kiss and I fell for you.
So hard that even my scraped knees and broken toes couldn't keep me from your embrace.

— The End —