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 Jun 2015 Brittany Vasquez
Perri
people say
the more pain you experience
the stronger you become

but I feel as though,
those people who have become so strong
due to painful experiences,
have had time to heal and grow in between
each experience.

but then there are those people,
like myself,
who don't have time to heal and grow between each experience,
because all of their life,
these experiences happen one after the other
and instead of becoming stronger,
people like us,
wither away to nothing.
She loved
           the city
           the night stars
   the snow
She loved Love
especially
         falling
              in
                  Love
but now
      feels
Nothing

not even the blizzard’s icey teeth
sinking its fangs into her skin.

To her right is the road
that She followed
to break free
of the quiet, safe life
worth anything
and everything now.
Then She looks to
the deceiving mirage
of a new start,
a bright
happy
future
filled with big beautiful towers
glowing their fake lights like amber constellations.





her fault :
believing She was strong
practically invincible
safe
and nobody could
take that away

but in one moment
all that
fragile strength
was lost.

She never asked for
  the nightmares
  the fear of Him
or for the responsibility of
two heart beats

but He didn’t listen,
said nobody will ever believe her
and once She found out about It
She lost
her
mind
completely.

looking down to the
rage of rapids
She places her hands on her
sick stomach
listens to the ZOOM of the
carefree cars
their sounds verifying that She is
finally
                 entirely
invisible.

nobody notices
       her hair restless in the wind
  the hem of her dress
       gently kissing the steele beam
           that freezes her bare purple feet.


nobody notices
when She finally escapes
  when She sets herself free
and falls into
rectifying
darkness.
With love, kelsey
 Jun 2015 Brittany Vasquez
Manu M
They say I am crazy
They say I am foolish
They say I am not worth it
A misfit burdening the world

I say I am crazy
I say I am foolish
I never say I am not worth it
I maybe a misfit but I have a dream
To share with the world my symphony

~Manu M.
 Jun 2015 Brittany Vasquez
berry
nobody warns you about the first boy who tells you he wants to marry you.

nobody warns you about the tangible shift in the universe when he parts his lips to smile.

nobody warns you about the poetry he'll write you or how your knees will weaken or the melancholy hidden between the layers of his laughter.

nobody warns you that miles will morph into lightyears and you will curse the ocean for being the only thing that keeps his fingers from resting between yours.

nobody warns you about the day his sweater doesn't smell like him anymore.

nobody warns you that human hands are incapable of holding a person together.

nobody warns you that sometimes love is not enough, no matter how much you wish it was.

nobody warns you about the crippling nostalgia that renders you breathless.

nobody warns you about the nights when silence screams for your blood.

nobody warns you about the crater that forms in your chest in the middle of the night when he doesn't answer.

nobody warns you about how it's going to feel when he tells you he's in love with someone else.

nobody warns you that forever is a lie.

- m.f.
Something feels so wrong,
Getting real confused,
Is it just me or am I
Just being used?

Is it something I lack?
What am I missin'?
I'm in the edge, guna crack,
No one's tryin'a listen,

Every time I realise that,
It turns out too late,
Is this some kinda punishment?
Or just harsh fate?

My heart fiercely shaking,
Tryin'a stop all the aching,
Slowly feeling myself breaking,
So many lies and people faking,

Just a misunderstanding?
Or the plain truth?
I still doubt myself,
Even though there's proof,

No surprise in betrayals,
Just tryin'a deny reality,
Wonder if it's the same with males,
Is this really community?

Why do I keep forgiving?
When I'm the one who's hurt,
Tryin'a avoid a useless fright,
Their logic states they're right,
And suddenly I'm at fault?

The over friendliness I get,
Can't tell if it's an illusion,
Two faced people, I bet,
Trust no one, is that a solution?

What if I hurt someone?
I keep asking, what then?
I end up being that person,
Wounds ripping open once again,

Can't reach peaceful ends,
Just endless twists and turns,
Every path I take just bends,
Nothing left to hold on,
Everything slowly burns.

~A.d | 11 Aug 2014
You used me.
You lied to me.
You made me feel special, but now you make me feel sick.
You hurt me.
And how dare you ask me, "What's wrong?"
You know exactly what you did. It's what you do to every other girl.
Make them feel important, say all these sweet things to them.
Then, when the girl gets attached, you just act like nothing ever happened.
Like all the 2:00 am conversations meant nothing.
You made me feel empty.

a.h
I'm feeling used
And discarded
Like a little confetti popper
You expertly pulled that string
And got that brief explosion
Of bright pretty colors
And then tossed me away
Like you've done with so many other
Little plastic confetti poppers
Maybe I'm special to you
I still let myself hope
I take your explanations
Tuck them away in my head
Little grains of comfort
In a sea of discontent
I'm telling myself to just wait it out and let him be the first to mention emotional stuff but I'm not a patient person and I tried that last time maybe I should change my tactics...
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