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 Feb 2013 bethiem
Hannah Currier
the Winds are cruel
and the Fates cold
but not so much as I
once it was coldly taken from me
and cruelly swept away into the dark.
Beauty
Without inner lovely,
Is the epitomy of all that is grotesque
Because a pretty face, without the grace,
Is nothing more than
Ugly at its best.
 Jan 2013 bethiem
J Drake
Shivering in the cold, begging for escape;
My death has been arranged, and life has slipped away.

The hope that I once felt is hiding in the dark;
The prayers that I once held are frozen in my heart.

How can you ask me to sing a happy song?
You know not the pain I've endured for so long.

How can you ask me to look on the bright side?
My soul is lost in darkness, a starless night sky.
  In here there's no care
    for what's wrong and what's right
  My spirit laid bare,
    in here there's no light.

So I dance with the demons as they sing me to sleep,
And I wait for the angels to come rescue me.
  Yet over and over, they fail to arrive,
  And again I'm left wondering, Why even try?

But the pain is so great, the seclusion so final...
Wouldn't you hope for someone to rely on?

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Suddenly, I witness, at my soul's door
Something I never once noticed before.

A glimmer of light, so weak and so frail,
Finding it's way through a crack in this hell.

How can this be? I'd given up hope!
I'd just finished tying the noose in my rope!

But surely, I see it, a light drawing near,
Chasing away all the darkness I fear.

The cup of my spirit was emptied before,
But now it is filled with the light at the door.

How did this happen? What brought this on?
Where is the darkness now stolen by dawn?
 Jan 2013 bethiem
Montana
Yearning
 Jan 2013 bethiem
Montana
The armrest between us
feels dangerous.
Here I sit
separate
in my chair
safe
on my own.

The tension is thick
like the rim of your glasses
thick
like the lump in my throat.

I focus on not touching you
so much so, that I forget
about the no-man's land that is
the armrest.

Our fingers touch briefly.
It's an accident.

It's electric.

And our hands do a dance,
delicate and graceful.
A ballet of avoidance.

Ceasing movement,
content in our solitude,
A sigh of relief.
Of disappointment.

Then, a sudden attack.

You lace your fingers between my own
and gently squeeze my hand.

You don't look at me.
And I am grateful.
 Jan 2013 bethiem
Montana
Phantom
 Jan 2013 bethiem
Montana
They say when you lose a limb,
sometimes you can still feel it
even after it's gone
Maybe that's why I still feel your arm
wrapped around my waist
Your ears dance with fire as the rain falls from your lips
Your eyes are as dark now like the roads from your trips
You haven’t got a chance now, to make it through all of this
So just give up all your hopes before we all take to the mist

You got to move on, See yourself through this day
You got to move on, So you aren't the one to blame

Clutters of cold nights come, like the days before you wake
You sleep next to no one, but yet you see that it’s no mistake
It’s like a frigid cold summer, that wipes the smile from your face
You try to look forward, but you see that there is no escape

You got to move on, and see yourself through this day
You got to move on, so you aren't the one to blame

Every Days awakening, brings forward another pain
So you hide beneath your coverings, so that your dreams will never break
But as the days grow longer, you find there is no other way,
But to get up off your *** and go, and forget the days complaints

You got to move on, and see yourself through this day
You got to move on, so you aren't the one to blame

Fear is like a thunder, it’ll shake the ground beneath your feet
And if the storm ***** you under, then hold your ground and reach for me
Because I am like no other, I can teach you love can teach you peace
I am what you hope for, when the waters below reach your teeth

You got to move on, and see yourself through this day
You got to move on, so you aren't the one to blame
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