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Hello
Are you there?
Are you listening?
On the other side
You see
I have a problem
I am suffering
With my pain
The wound is open
It is still bleeding
My soul is hurting
It is ebbing away
In a whiskey haze
Of sleepless nights
Of tortured agony
But it never heals
This broken heart
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
 Apr 2015 Chelsea Patton
Hayleigh
Her voice is like velvet
Her words as soft as kisses
She has a way
Of leaving the sweetest of sounds
Dancing in my ears.
 Apr 2015 Chelsea Patton
B
I Wish
 Apr 2015 Chelsea Patton
B
I wish someone could have warned me about this astrological being that would change my entire world. I wish someone could have warned me about those calloused hands that have held an inconceivable amount of ***** bottles which he used to repel the voices whispering inside his head. I wish someone could have warned me about those tired, blue eyes that have seen the most unthinkable things which he wishes he could erase from his memory, but the horrid thoughts of his past keep replaying over and over in his mind. I wish someone could have warned me about his bitter tongue that spoke more lies than truths.  I wish someone could have warned me about those cigarette kissed lips that would soon have me addicted to their nicotine.I wish I could quit, but I crave them more and more as the hours drag on. I wish someone could have warned me about how his ears have heard the slam of the door when his own mother left him behind with his ******* father. I wish someone could have warned me about how horrifying his thoughts were that even I couldn't drag him out of the sea of horrible memories. I wish someone could have warned me that I would have fallen so deeply in love with this person that I wouldn't know what to do with myself when I lost him.


B.S.
this is no fun anymore
this has gotten old
she is like running water
she is hot and cold

sometimes she is so warm
sometimes not so nice
she is a burning flame
she is fire and ice
The innocence that we leave behind is stolen by evil and devilish hands
Evil and devilsh hands that strewn through the velvet ash of the lost, fallen and helpless
The lost, fallen and helpless souls left without a spirit to guide them
The spirit that haunts our own existence, taken back by the innocence of being
Spirit guided souls but lost
 Apr 2015 Chelsea Patton
Joann
Do it again
Over and over
Redo and retry
But you need to get it right perfectionist
No more slacking
But not that there ever was
150% 24/7
Aren't you tired?
No
Shouldn't you give up for now and try later?
No
Why?
Because I need it to be perfect right now
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