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 Feb 2014 Becca
Alyssa McWilliams
I wish the sun on my face,
could shine a light on my mind.

Warm my soul,
as it warms my skin.

The gentle kiss of the rays,
could awaken me,
move me,
and fill me up.

Even if it burnt,
it would be better than ice.

I wish for it to penetrate the skin,
mind,
and heart.

Brighten me,
as it does the morning.
Poems in Topics and Contemporary Math
 Feb 2014 Becca
Alyssa McWilliams
I want to frame this moment,
and keep it forever.

Hang it in a gallery,
along side everything else I care for.

Have people in pressed collars,
and dark suits,
come to see us,
as we are.

I want to frame this moment,
and always be able to go back to it.

Memorize every brush stroke,
trace the lines,
we left.

Moments like these,
Are the ones I'll look back on,
and smile.

For even in the darkest moments,
together,
we were able to find,
happyness
 Feb 2014 Becca
Roisin Sullivan
My insides have been ripped out
Entrails lying ****** on the floor.
Worthless, worthless, I know.
I've been immobilized,
Curled on my bed, hands raised to my head
Trying to block out the screaming;
My own or the voices?
I can't tell anymore.
We are One.

Everything I touch withers and dies,
And I was surprised I hadn't yet
Since I grip myself so tightly
In order to keep it together.
But now I know I'm Death itself.
Guilt is my burden to bear as
I watch the light fade from their eyes.
We are Death.
 Feb 2014 Becca
Roisin Sullivan
We are the static on TV,
Wind howling through pipes,
Ice on the river,
Thick branches cracking.

We are the cold ocean at night,
Tightness in your chest,
Hail hitting the roof,
The empty silence.

"What happened to the other girl?"
I have become We.
"But where is she now?"
Still here; We are Her.
 Feb 2014 Becca
A
5am
 Feb 2014 Becca
A
5am
Lately you've been on my mind
While I was thinking about my problems
It's 5 am
the thought of you
Is peeling back my eyes
Laying in this bed of mine
I see you come through my bedroom
And lay by myside
As your tender hand carress
My outer thigh
I feel you breathe down my neck
You are the reason why I can't listen to the same songs that I use to
I doubt I go through your mind
It's 5 am
And the though of you peeled my eyes
 Feb 2014 Becca
Silver Wolf
I wish I could become one with the snow
Soaring freely
Pure and white
Living in a state of everlasting chill
The feeling of perpetual numbness
Beckons
Winter calls me home

I continue to flutter about
Drifting downward
Without a care
Maybe I’ll land on a soft pillow
Along with my other friends
Instead of fighting against
Whirling winds
And the threat of summer

Perhaps I’ll land on your roof
Shift into an icicle
Embrace the sharpness
As I hang over the edge
Tapering down
Melting Ever so slowly
And remind you that
Pain begets
Beauty

Watch out
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