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To quit writing would
be like going through a breakup
I could never recover from.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: May. 30, 2016 Monday 4:10 PM
 Jul 2016 Bailey
kaycog
Silent [10w]
 Jul 2016 Bailey
kaycog
Why don't you ask?
(Not that I want you to.)
 Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
Un-Event
 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
 Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
You can't take **** from every person
That tosses you about like
Some cheap *****
******* you over at every corner
You come across
Just hike up your skirts and grow a set
Of confidence in yourself
You have to stand up for yourself
And acknowledge your worth
Even if it ****** everyone else off
If they genuinely cared
They'd want you happy
You can't sit around waiting
Because life will pass you by
Like a bullet train on speed
 Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
And the penny splashes into the fountain
Causing ripples
Not only in the water
But also in the lives
Of those impacted
 Jul 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
There is a brick wall
Perfect for sitting on
And perfect for wishing on
Perfect for remaining static

There is a winding road
Perfect for thinking
And perfect for living on
Perfect for being dynamic
 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
Why make my bed
If I don't plan on returning?
Why leave outrageously
When I can exit quietly?
I don't fancy myself
To be the dramatic type
I can hyperbolize anything
And sometimes I do
But I try to mind myself
Stay in my corner
I'm done hiding
Where do you want me
Leave the keys when I'm gone?
How are you
Going to handle this?
It's something that kills me
But eventually an uncivil war
Must end
And the first step
Is becoming a healthier person
Even if it means
Leaving what I love behind
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