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 Jan 2017
Donall Dempsey
Reviewing: THE SITUATION

Somehow, summer
was losing it.

Forgetting her lines.
Missing her cues.

Putting on a well
below par performance.

Having to be
prompted.

Becoming a bit of
an embarrassment .

Then: one day summer
just didn't show.

The day panicked.

Autumn, who had been
understudying summer

declared to God
she could play her.

She knew the part by heart
word perfect.

Could play her
in her sleep.

So, Autumn
far too early in the run

put in a performance
that was - well. . .

that was just
not summer.

Stars began to look
more brittle...colder.

Leaves bled
red.

Couples cuddled
closer

more for warmth
than...the other thing.

Me? Who
had a front row seat

up at the old lake
put in a tired review

"They just don't
make a summer

like they
used to!"
 Jan 2017
Morgan
I've been accepting apologies I was never given,
I've been giving thanks to the pain,
I've been kissing the scars in my skin,
I've been listening to the soft whisper
Always distant in my panic
That says
"Maybe it's not so bad"

I've been laughing at my mistakes,
I've been telling myself I'm okay,
I've been asking for help,
Minus all of the shame

In between dreams
I've been kissing my own hands,
Talking to myself like royalty,
Wearing my make up like face paint,
Dancing in my bedroom,
Alone with the door unlocked

I've been carrying red lipstick in my purse,
I've been spraying perfume in my hair,
I've been waking up with the sun,
Using moisturizer that smells like
Chai tea and raspberries,
Putting lemon in my water

I've been calling my grandmother,
Telling her I love her even though
I know she can't hear me

I've been kissing my sister on the forehead,
Wishing her agony into space

Today I ate
A maple & walnut muffin
And I didn't stick my finger
Down my throat a single time

And I smelled my coffee
Before I drank it
And I wrapped my hands around
The mug
And I thought about how nice it is
To be so warm

Today I sat with ten suicide notes
In my lap,
All written in my script,
From days with a tired brain,
And I said sorry to myself
Over and over again
Until I believed myself
That I'll never do it again

Today I bought a brand new blanket,
The softest one I could find in target,
And I wrapped myself all up in it,
And I thought,
It's time I ******* own kindness
 Nov 2016
Mims
I'm uninterested,
In your choice of conversation,
I am unamused,
By the abuse,
You speak.
 Nov 2016
Mims
"aren't you scared?"
"i'm too naive to be scared"
enchantress
 Nov 2016
Mims
my poems of you will be deleted.
along with our memories.
and that's okay
 Nov 2016
Mims
i wasn't as interesting as you believed me to be.
and now you're gone.
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