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In two weeks, i never thought
I could go from dark to light.
You changed me in ways I never could've imagined.
But then,
Abruptly,
That two weeks was over.
And we were ripped apart.
We went from
Me, resting my head on your chest,
Sneaking out,
Counting stars,
To sleeping alone.
I would comment on your heart beat
It was always fast and slow, same time
And you said it raced for me.
You made promises and so did i.
Blocking all hope of next year out, but
I miss you.
we all get addicted
to the pain.
and the way it feels for him to look at her like that
but then again
isn't it the same?
I'm sorry for being sorry...
I wish there was another way,
to show you of my penance,
and that I've really changed my ways.
I'm sorry for the pain,
All the guilt and the sorrow,
It's not your fault but mine.
As is all the Hell that would follow.
I was to sick to see,
I was lost and adrift in this sea.
I am sorry for the very first breath I gave,
But here I shall lay despite all this,
Never next to anyone.
I am sorry.
 Jan 2014 ComplicatedCharmer
C A
I'm so alone now in this shelter as a cocoon
Empty and unholy
Insecure and maybe moody
I'm so unafraid now I've turned my guilt into a blaze
As I rage against the enemies I create
Its the path of freedom in this miserable escape towards happiness

I wasn't particular about the things that I expected from you
Just obvious with the what and when and where and how but never with the why
I knew the secret rules of boundaries and respect
Silence is a way to watch it all or twist it all, or hide it all
Silence was the one time you fell apart when all the other times you weren't too far from Hercules
I am angry with you, patient with you
I can't lose sleep over it
I'll just cry in terror
You can just sit there careless
I guess its times like these when you realize the things you want
And the things you don't

I'm unhappy
At this  very instant
But even most days I can muscle up the energy
I can focus on whats right and whats now and what can be
You can sit there drown in your solitude
because if you can't let it out and you won't let me in
Eventually the guilt from your kisses will be swallowed in acid
And the reaction of which will eat you alive
When life's trials seem to cheat you traverse on and do not let them beat you,
most of all don't let them defeat you

When you feel there is nothing to share, remember that someone loves you there
is someone who cares

In life even failure gives you a better understanding, of yourself and your accomplishments
Life is a challenge and an accomplishment at the start of a new day and starting it in a
special individual way

If everyone was perfect, you would not have a great feeling of success, meeting someone new
would not be an adventure, we would not be so witty or shy, life would always be the same
We would care less about people or names; leaning on a friend for support would not mean a
thing or Fall, Winter or Spring.
We would have no one to challenge or yell at
The world would be dark and dreary without a face to make it cheery; the world would be
so serious without laughter coming our way, now do you still want a totally perfect day?
I wrote this when I was a Teen, my Mom kept it for many years I'm not sure why
I hope you like it.
 Jan 2014 ComplicatedCharmer
Jaz
Some nights I do not cry,
They are really rare.
But inside I'm praying,
You're not crying them for me.
Like a sponge squeezed dry of water,
All that liquid has to go somewhere.
 Jan 2014 ComplicatedCharmer
Jaz
My grandmother is a very strong woman.

She's the one with the booming voice in the house
And a hand that's as stiff as the rod.
She's the one who's the voice for justice
And always speaks up for the weaker like us.
She's the one who went to my elementary school
And made a huge fuss because I had "lost" my wallet three times.

My grandmother was the hero who found out
My wallet was stolen three times.

And she got all of them back.

My grandmother is also the shield who protected me from my grandfather
Who was an aggressive man who had an even louder booming voice.
My grandmother is the stand-between between me and my parents,
A secret getaway who's always there.
My grandmother is the kind of person that cares
Even though sometimes not in the way we see it.

My grandmother is the rock that secretly cries in the room
Even though she thinks no one hears her.
My grandmother is my grandmother.

And she's awesome.
 Jan 2014 ComplicatedCharmer
AJ
You were laying in the backyard on your lawn,
And you said we had done too much MDMA so
We might as well make it a cocktail and do some K.
And as we did it off the log pile under the tree
Your nose started to bleed,
Because earlier we had done coke.
We were such dumb kids,
It is even amazing that we were still alive.
And as we ran inside to make ice cream sundaes
I tripped over my own feet,
And then decided to make out with grass,
Because I fell in love with nature.
And we found a tarp,
And some silver and purple and black and yellow paint.
And we decided to get naked and become human paintings.
And it didn't matter that I was engaged because you are gayer than Tim Gun.
And I made a pond on your back,
With fish swimming up the river of your legs.
And we took pictures
And cried because we were the most beautiful models.
You decided you were superman and tried to climb the wood pile.
You fell so gracefully,
It was like you were a moving piece of art.
I gave you stitches and accidentally sewed a heart into your leg,
You did not mind.
You told me it was the only heart you had right now.
So I told you that scared me,
That it made me want to die
And I took the scissors and cut my leg.
But you took it away
And I made out with the grass again.

Simple is as simple does,
I am here now because because.
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