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 Mar 2013 Chandler Lauren
Julia
You had the nerve, the sheer audacity,
To come in smelling of cigarettes and
Cheap alcohol.
Everything seemed to stop at that moment,
Except you
Slowly stumbling toward me
Clearly drunk,
With a cigarette dangling
from your fingertips.
I could smell you before I saw you...
The scent of failure
And desperation wafted though the air.
Bravo, babe.
You've done it again.
But you were always right,
Weren't you.
Even when you were wrong,
You were right 'cause
You couldn't stand to lose
To a stupid, spineless woman
Like myself.
You'll never get over me.
I'm the best thing
That has ever happened to you,

*****
Nobody's gonna come,
Wanting my used up sloppy seconds.
I'll always hold a piece of your heart,
To shatter as I please.

Sure enough, you do.
I tried to convince myself that you
Had no influence over me any more.
But you proved me wrong,
Stomped all over the few shards of dignity
That I still clung to.
Does that make you feel like a man?
After that you turned around and stumbled out,
With an air of self satisfaction about you...
And I finally realized something.
You might have had a hold on my heart
This very morning,
But you no longer do.
After all, you can't hold something
That doesn't exist anymore.
Title credit goes to Dieing Embers. :)
Fighting hard ,
Just to stay awake.
Thinking back ,
On my mistakes..
When will I ever learn?

Headphones on,
The world is gone.
Drowning in the rhythm ,
To my favorite song..
Where will I find my place?

Hiding far,
Behind these blue eyes.
No one can tell,
It's just a disguise..
Who would ever notice?

Sitting alone,
Throughout the day.
Daydreaming of places,
I can go to get away..
What would it take to leave?

Writing seems,
To free my mind..
All of my thoughts,
Just seem to unwind..
Why do I find this helpful?

Staring outside,
At the passerbys..
Wondering who's lives
Are a web of lies...
How are we alike?
 Mar 2013 Chandler Lauren
Julia
I've never told another what I'm about to tell you.
Five years ago, when you were in the hospital,
We knew you were nearing closer and closer to your end
With each passing hour.
Mom called to say you weren't strong enough
For the surgery that could have saved your life.
There was nothing we could do.
I sent up a prayer, pleading for your comfort
No more suffering, you'd been through enough.
I uttered a silent sob, and the phone rang--
You were gone. No more.
There was nothing we could do.

For years, I blamed your death on myself.
How long do you keep the number of a dead man?
The answer is simple- forever.
I must have called you 100 times;
I knew you couldn't answer,
But I just needed to hear your voice again saying,
"Sorry that I missed you. Leave a message and God bless."

The voicemail is gone now,
And that phone number is no longer yours,
But it will forever be etched into my mind.
After all, *there's nothing else I can do.
There’s no greater peace
Than driving alone.
Speed rises, decreases.
The scenes change.
I find myself lost in my music,
Watching the trees pass..
My seat comforts me.
I pass towns I have never seen before.
I pull off on exits in desolate places.
New things fascinate me.
I drive to forget about everything.
To encounter new sights, new dreams.
In my truck, I remember you.
I think back to the last time I saw you
And I stay there for a while.
That amazing smile, your warm embrace..
I miss you.
I drive to old familiar places,
Just to remember.
Sometimes I miss my past,
Though I’d never return.
Sometimes I want to drive further,
And come back after a week or two.
Alone in my truck you could find me..
Happy.
 Mar 2013 Chandler Lauren
Morgan
I fear the day that I go sane.
If I ever fall out of love with pain,
Strike a bullet straight through my brain.
Under bed sheets,
through luscious lips,
foreign words slip,
from tongue to ear.
You my dear,
are a diamond amongst the rough.
A soul,
free,
flowing with the wind.
A sin,
I cannot win,
I cannot resist,
your venomous kiss.
I wish,
I could be one with you,
a thought long overdue,
but it can never be,
that is,
you and me,
because we both know how that ends.
With you taking my heart,
and tearing it apart.
Left a broken soul,
I wallow in my hole.
Till death comes calling,
upon my forsaken name.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
He was there with you through childhood,
middle school and dances.
He was there with you through highschool,
academics and football stances.

He was there with you for graduation,
such a proud day for you both.
He was there with you for everything,
to witness eachother's growth.

Just because he passed away, doesn't mean he's gone.

He was there with you at the funeral,
although he was asleep.
He was there with you at the golfing trip,
but quiet he was to keep.

He was there with you for the turkey bowl,
he would never miss that day.
He was there with you and all of your friends,
he couldn't keep away.

He was there with you when you proposed,
what a terrible thing to miss.
He was there with you when you got on one knee,
and also for the kiss.

He is with you now while you're reading this,
an arm around your shoulder.
He is there with you everyday,
he couldn't leave his brother.
For Adam & Jon
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