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Everyone in history
Is playing with their phone
Everyone, I mean literally
So at least I'm not alone.
...:D
OCD
AM I JUST OCD
IS THIS ONLY BOTHERING ME
SHOULDN'T POEMS HAVE A RHYME
OR AM I REALLY WRONG THIS TIME?
She gobbles up short stories,
She scoffs down lines of prose;
She reads the long tales through the night—
Bree's appetite plainly shows.
Love you Bree! ;)
Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

They were two hearts too close together
And they were bound to break apart
Thought they'd last forever
But then he took her heart. 

Far away he was taken, that flight
The space seemed a wide abyss
Cried himself to sleep at night 
Such a young girl, easy to miss. 

He healed almost before she'd said 'bye'
His heart unevenly cured
Another had caught his curious eye 
Away from his best friend lured. 

She fought to be his number one once more
The pain so sharp unbearable 
So she left through a one-way door
Thinking her heart incurable. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Their intellect was a magnet toward
The love that grew inside
Their knowledge was a goblet poured
On the adventures they'd leave behind. 

Bliss was not innocence, not this time 
For she well knew where she'd go
Away from it all on the line
They'd raise children of their own. 

But the seed of doubt is sometimes right
It sometimes speeks the truth
But when you're the one doubted it is a knife
And it's only pointing at you. 

Such a young girl, she held on tight
But they really just needed space
To see that they were never right
When they only wanted to erase. 

Such a young girl, she was easy to miss
Something of a wonder, you'd never know
Such a little girl, innocence was not bliss
But no one knew how far she'd go. 

Easy to yearn for, easy to miss
No wonder they grew so fast
I wonder sometimes about this
If they ever mourned her last

Heaven knows how many she missed
Lying awake at night
But how many times was the lenthy list
Requitted when the time wasn't right?
I was the girl who never got angry
I never was tempted that way
But now I am angered by all that you do
And I'm definitely not okay.
Box
Am I cliche? Or am I someone
Trying to fit in a box?
'Cause the last time I checked, I drew outside the lines
Because being an anomaly rocks.
The dictionary misspells that word. It should be 'anomale'. It's too phonetic, and not phonetic enough at the same time.
Leave a trail of footprints
Dot the path with crumbs
Shoot the sky with color
Put oxygen in my lungs

Blaze the trees like fire
Ripple the lake with wind
Give me a sign and I'll hear it
Tell me and I'll know I'm sent.
A new chapter is scary
Like a whole entire new book
My mind's still stuck in the last one
And I don't know how I look.
Cry
Please, hear my cry, Lord
I cannot hold this in
I feel the guilt of years and years
Can you overlook so much sin?

I'm lost and I can't keep going, Lord
But if you sent a voice from the sky
I feel that I would still disobey
And misunderstand, and lie.

I'm in desperate need of your mercy
For your grace to overflow
No matter how many times I come
The peace always seems to go.

I'm living in fear of messing up
And that's just part of life
I should not live in fear at all
You control the hardship and strife.

Am I losing my mind, or just out of it?
Nothing seems to make sense
But I know I can find my way
If I just focus on your presence.
I may be a small voice,
or a thin voice,
or a soft one
But I will be a loud voice
And a great voice
When the time comes.
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