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 Jun 2016 Bailey
Star Gazer
When people ask me why I enjoy the company of the stars, I honestly don't have one good answer to explain the sensation of just gazing aimlessly into the night. I guess somewhere between staring at the stars, I am reminded of the light that shines over me, looking right over my shoulders to provide clarity to confusion. I guess why I enjoy the company of the stars is because each speck of star light reminds me of home and home is a place I can be me. I could look at the sun, a star in label but I would be blinded by its scorching brightness that I would not have much of a view. I guess why I enjoy the company of the stars is because when I'm looking at them, I'm pretending that I'm looking into your eyes, the beauty they contain is equivalent in every single way and the reason I enjoy the company of the stars is because I know I would enjoy the company of you under the stars. I was told if I walked a bit further, chased things a lit harder, get lost a little longer that I would find myself but the truth is, I have been lost for almost all of my life and it is you that has found me and in a way helped me find myself. I guess what I'm trying to say is, when I think of home, I think of you and all that you mean to me. I'm nestled in between your arms where no harm could ever come past our walls and it is just you and me in an eternal moment of ecstasy and I realised it is this moment that my hand feels the loneliest, because it is craving the warmth of your hand. My ears is having withdrawals to an unknown substance as it is ringing to hear your voice and my heart is scratching at discs and pressing on buttons struggling to stay on beat as it yearns so hard to be near you.
'In a moment of loneliness, your heart screams out the loudest tunes and right now it is screaming for you'

-Star Gazer
 Jun 2016 Bailey
Star Gazer
You and your kind
Infested the school halls
Crushed souls with dodge *****
Cheered on blood and bruises
Silenced what the heart chooses
By brutishly brandishing names like ******
As though following love made people psychopathic,
You never understood the pain

You built bridges out of our hurt emotions
And told us to cross them
As though underneath our feet weren’t deep oceans
Of pain and tears
That we bled by bleeding our eyes dry.
 Jun 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
Pitter patter
Pitter patter
We sit here with no real knowledge
Of what we are to amount to
But we feel
Oh ****** how we feel
What we want to amount to
Badump
Badump
We will break like glass
And we will glisten like
Sun on the water
But so long as we feel
We are unshatterable
Beep
Beep
We might feel like we have
Hit the land from the sky
With our hearts of glass
Our souls of fragility
But there is always
The *feeling
of what we want to become
That drive that will keep us going
Simply because
We possess hearts that beat
And hearts that bleed
 Jun 2016 Bailey
Samm Marie
Maybe
I'll
Sacrifice
Sorrow

Because
All
I really need to know
Lays in that
Elegant mind belonging to
Youth

Living in memories
Ever so sweet yet
Ever so destructive

All I need to do is move
Nearer to the goal line
Nearer to the right state of

Mind
Artistically imagining that fine line between
Reality and fiction
Trying to regain
Intricacy in this life I live right
Next to you
Miss Bailey Lee Ann Martin I love you so **** much
 Jun 2016 Bailey
Torin
I want to feed you
Not feed the flame
I want to be the field
I want to be the rain
A seed inside your heart
Till the soil
Plant the crops
I want to be the harvest
And with the sunshine of love
We watch it grow

Not feed the flame
Not pushing wood unto a hearth
Tumultuous skies
And violent earth
And uneasy heavens
The only fire I want to feel
I use to cook for you a meal
Eat until you have your fill
Leaving room for my dessert

I want to feed you
Sustenance in ****** form
Nourishment for the soul
I want to feed you
You're starving appetite
I want to be your bread
I want to be your meat
A kitchen in a castle
A recipe for a queen
Ingredients in order
I want to be your dinner
The last meal that you eat
Before you go to sleep
I want to be your dream

The last meal that you need
And everything was leading to
From the seed, the soil, the rain
The time it took to let it grow
The mind that cultivates
The hands in the field
The back-breaking labor
The knowledge of the chef
I am your food
Laid upon your table
I want to feed you
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