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  Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
It's the un-events that
Mean the most in this world
That become the biggest moments
With the largest meaning
With the heaviest emotions
And the longest hours of revisiting
It's the things you think that don't matter
That add up like the loose change
In the washer or dryer
That add up and create your legacy
And start as un-events
It's the un-events that mean the most
To the most eventful hearts
Bailey Jul 2016
That night filled with
stomach dropping
heart stopping
reality shattering fear
is no more.

Mmm, tell them
tell them he's coming home.

That boy covered by
man features,
rap-music preachers,
and anger induced tears--
is no more...

Mmm! Tell them he's coming home...

I saw that man today
climb some steps while I stood shocked.
He gave his hand a raise
and put his key in the lock.
Throughout all my days,
I never even thought
that I'd see the one where he
finally fled the flock.

So I tell them.
Tell them he's coming home.

I tell them.
Tell them he's coming home.

I saw that man today,
that's all I can say.
Just that fact alone
makes me thank God every day.
In all my heavy years!
I never thought I'd say
that I almost lost my brother,
and I wanted him to stay.

So I'll tell them.
Yes, yes, I'll always tell them.
I will tell them...

I'll tell them he's coming home.
  Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
In the middle of the lonesome night
A heart aches and a mandolin plays
Longing and sorrow
Filled to the brim
Of a battered thought driven to the ground
Lost hope and faith
With no chance to rejoice
Pain floods the streets and enters the homes
Just down the road
To the town square
Where under a single willow
A bench does sit
Begging for the mandolin to smile
With its lively tune
With memories of a love once so on fire
That are now tainted with poison
And venom
From silly juvenile mistakes
That no clock or brokenness can take back
To times when joy and laughter and love
Never seemed to lack
  Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
I am looking for the hay
In my stack of needles

I can assure that this
Has been said before me

But it rings true still
And lives as my axiom

I am searching for my
Individuality in a conformity sea

Perhaps I am meant to
Live in many muddied waters

Yet here I am refusing
A fate I cannot seal

Surrender is only an option
For negativity holding me back

I cannot lose everything again
I won't hear my heartbreak

Openly I defy the standards
Laid before my deaf ears

I refuse to stand mute
When I witness any injustice

Now I have decided after
Sixteen years of caving in

I am no one's marionette
Because I pull the strings
A collection of 10w poems
  Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
Would I have thought
I'd be strong enough
To feel confident and comfortable
In my own skin
I had that for a short period of time
I put myself out there
And I tried so hard
Yet so carefree
I know this is when I was most beautiful
You took that from me
Now I'm back to claim
What is rightfully
Mine
  Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
******* so full of
Ridiculous lies that make you feel beautiful, when
  In actuality, he's a raging monster just like his father
   And he doesn't realize he's the one thing he hates
     Never really caring though
Enthusiastic ***** ready to
****** friends with false smiles
    Intuitively acting victimized
     Living as an actress of
      Youthful ignorance
Colorful words to make believe
Of help and encouragement
   Lining my heart with first aid only to press
    Eject when most needed
Beautiful and eccentric
Amazing mender of hearts and confidence
   In the midst of everything never giving up
    Loving wholeheartedly without fear
     Even when the recipient is undeserving
      Yet never to be for granted
Selfish and sometimes unintelligent
At making healthy decisions regarding a love life where
  Men don't respect her heart or her individually beautiful
    Mindset and opinions
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