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Apr 2014 · 737
Silence Unbroken
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
Screaming into the night air,
But the silence remains unbroken.
Weeping into a pillow,
But the case remains dry.
Running down the street, leading out of town,
But the scenery remains unchanged.

Nothing but a daydream,
A silly little fantasy.
The actions most desired,
Played out and seen,
But never feeling the release.

Trapped inside a silent bubble,
Caught within your mind.
Reality and fiction,
Molding and bending,
Meshing and splitting.
Until it’s hard to say for sure
Exactly what you thought-
And what you said.

Nothing but a daydream,
You whisper.
A silly little fantasy,
Replies a honey sweet voice-
From a lady in a lab coat.
One of those poems that sort of writes itself. Not sure where it came from.
Apr 2014 · 6.0k
This Red Dress
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
This red dress-
I'm shocked that I forgot
And you remember well.
This red dress
Is me dancing like an idiot
And you acting like a fool.
This red dress
Is your arm around my waist
And your hand upon my thigh.
This red dress
Is trial
And triumph.
This red dress
Is both my high
And my low.
This red dress
Is you comforting me
When I was nothing.
This red dress
Is you stroking my hair
And I laughing too hard.
This red dress
Is me wishing that I
Was the only girl in the room.
This red dress
Is me puking on the floor,
Embarrassed and alone.
This red dress
Is you carrying me to bed
As I smile at you.
This red dress,
Is you and me.
Apr 2014 · 3.3k
Restless
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
So restless.
I can feel my muscles
Aching for movement.
My mind racing-
Looking for something.
Anything to focus on.

I want to run,
But I've nowhere to go.
I want to work,
But nothing needs doing.

I'm so restless,
But I've nowhere to turn.
I want to talk,
But nobody will listen.
I feel trapped inside myself.

Maybe if I go away
I can finally breathe again.
Maybe if I go away
I'll relax again.
Maybe-
Maybe not.

I'm so restless.
That I think,
It's making me tired.
Apr 2014 · 7.3k
Remember Magnolia?
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
I still remember that magnolia,
We found it walking down the street.
It was as beautiful as that day
And it hadn't even bloomed yet.
I still remember it

I remember the walk through the city.
Without a care,
As if we owned it,
In some ways, I think we did.
I still remember

I remember the looks we got,
You could tell what everyone thought-
That we were the sweetest couple
They'd seen in ages.
And we didn't bother to correct them,
It'd be too hard
And it'd break their hearts.
I still remember

I still remember that magnolia,
It was hanging off a branch-
I'd never seen a flower like it,
But you hadn't either.
So you grabbed it, and I kept it.
I still remember it

I remember how the sun was hot
My shoes were all wrong for that walk.
You wore a white t-shirt,
And I wore a tank top.
You paid and I told jokes.
We asked questions,
Almost as if we'd never met.
I can even name the song you played
On your iPod filled with albums.
I still remember

I remember how I tried not to cry
When we said our final goodbye.
We hugged more times than I can count.
And we smiled so we wouldn't fall apart.
I still remember

I still remember that magnolia,
It bloomed the very next day.
It filled my room with a magical scent,
It opened until it was larger than my face.
I researched until I discovered
That it was called magnolia.
I still remember it

And now it's years later,
Maybe two or three-
It's hard to keep track.
But magnolia is my favorite flower
Apr 2014 · 435
Escape
Brynn Louise Apr 2014
I’m running.
So fast,
And so far.
But I cannot escape.

It clings.
And it follows.
Ever present,
Always there.

It haunts me.
I hide,
But it finds.

Every waking moment.
Every corner of my dreams.
I've learned,
You can’t out run your thoughts.

— The End —