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separated and whethered by time.
two pieces of a whole.
making our ways ever closer to one another.
bound to collide once more
Bound to embrace each other till the end of time.
We are
*Pangea
Knee socks
Lace bra
Satin robe
Matching thong

Hair down
Makeup on
Finger rings
Necklace from my mom

Knitted blanket
Love movies
Hot coffee
Poetry

Would be so much better
If you were here with me.
Bored. Ugh!
To be honest, I've never felt more alone
Sleeping on the floor every night isn't fun
Missing your company, not out of habit,
but out of the fact that I love being with you
I can't cry here, I'll be judged and have my feeling invalidated
I love this city but if home is where your heart is,
Then mine is two-thousand five-hundred-seventy-two miles East
I can't call you while I'm inside the house because I'll be chastised
I heard your voice for the first time in weeks
I sat in the parking lot and cried for an hour.
I'm tempted to buy a ticket home
I'm tempted to give up
I'm tempted but I can't,
I'm tempted but I'm scared.
At this rate, I'll end up dying in this city
At my own hand.
I should swallow my pride and ask to come home
But I'm terrified to choke on my self doubt.
 Oct 2015 Caroline Lee
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on my heart
 Oct 2015 Caroline Lee
M
God writes "new" on my heart and reminds me
that very few even know the half of me. I am free.
You don't own me
I am not one of your possessions you left at your mamas house
Something you grew apart from as you aged, yet still think about often and sometimes even go back for

You don't own me
I can't be used at your disposal during convenience
Like a tool to fix your brokenness and when completed you put me in a box to come back to later

You don't own me
My words are my own and I can't be corrected.
I am not a college paper to be reviewed and scored
My actions are mine and your opinion is irrelevant

*You do not own me
If you are in pain,
if you feel sadness,
if you are racked with fear
that they judge you for
if you rage with an angry fire
if you have ever been betrayed
if you shout at the top of your voice
if you're not afraid to love
if you're not afraid to cry in public
if you sometimes want to die
if you are not afraid to question
the oppressor & reach out to the oppressed
& look for some Blessed heavenly light or
the  mysteries of the Universe in all things
if you know you are a candle
that might get snuffed out
but the memory of which will never fade
you are alive
& it's all worth it
Written because often the world & psychiatry tell us these things are not ok. They are. Shine that light & let it blind someone with it's beauty.
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