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I love him
It's as simple as that
The red sprinkled
Like rain when it drizzles
But this red,
This rain
It wouldn't stop
It never lightened up
I kept staring out at the sky
It started to pour
Like millions of buckets were spilling blood from the clouds
That's how my love grew
I spent time with him
And the more time passed,
The more love was gained
Only...
It wasn't reciprocated
He didn't love me back
I knew he didn't
He loved his deceased wife
And the unborn child he never got to see
So never could he love
An immature woman like me
Hiding under heavy lids
And sleepy heads
You could not bring yourself
To leave your bed

So you tuck up the covers
And snuggle with a pillow
You don't care about that fly who hovers the window
"Oh,"
You think,
"This time is as rare as a four leaf clover"

Still air
The fly has stopped whirring
The room cascaded in calm, light blue
You aren't cranky
You don't feel sick
The bed just won't let go
I can't truly be with you
Unless I leave out of the blue

We are the sun and the moon
One dies,
To let the other one arise

We are night and day
One sleeps,
To let the other one play

I can never truly be with you,
Unless I leave,
out of the blue
Inspiration
Determination
Concentration
Preparation

What does it all mean?

Can we just live in a world
Where everyone is free?

Would people even dare?

To live in a world
where everyone cared?

Too bad that's not how it works
Too bad this world's full of jerks
When Villains Win

Movies and books
They're all predictable
So unoriginal

I dream of a story
Where the plot is somewhat gory
And the villain
Isn't just chillin'

The hero and their nemesis
Are at a stale mate
And their actions aren't repetitive
Finally the hero's imperfections take over,
and he hits too late

The enemy takes control
And the moment, he stole
He doesn't hesitate
A second, he doesn't wait
Time isn't slowed down
He doesn't take his sweet time
So quickly, he cuts the line

The end of the hero
A new beginning for evil
My hate is the unused love
The love that was not accepted
Everyone saw that quiet, lonely shell
But merely flicked it away

I walked alone
I sat alone
I had this love
This unwanted love
No one to give it to
No way to show it

So I learned how to hate
This love turned sour
Covered in black
Scrape away the darkness,
You'll end up back

The hatred filled me like love once did
And like love,
There was no one to give it to
Like always,
I was alone

So the hatred simmered
The darkness calmed down
And turned dark blue
It was sadness
Suffocating sadness

The muggy air filled my lungs
Condensation pouring out of my eyes
The love was being chipped away
Was there any love at all?

And here I sit
With a line for a mouth
And tired eyes
I'm still alone
I sit in class
And stare out the window
My teacher's voice trails like a willow

So I imagine the tree
Hanging tendrils over a pond
Slow ripples
Glide through deep, dark, and blue

The evening is upon me
The orange is like water
Splashing upon the land
Slowly
Surely
I close my eyes
A smile that was almost a smile
I feel it like the tears that drape my cheeks
Suddenly I'm tired

I hear yelling
I'm snapped out of my world
My perfect world
Where the sun is always setting
My earth ablaze with orange and pink

I'm in a cold, white room
With two dozen staring faces
My face feels warm
It surely looks red
Not from the setting sun this time
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