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 Jul 2016 David L Butler
1923
Honey
 Jul 2016 David L Butler
1923
she says my lips taste like honey,
and she likes honey in her tea. i say honey
isn't for everybody and she says

as it shouldn't be
I find myself pressing my pen onto the paper so hard,
as if to make sure
the ink will never be erased,
the pain will never be forgotten,
this feeling will never fade.
My hand hurts, but I don't stop.
Now every word feels like redemption,
but every sentence
is an act of rebellion.
I can't tell whether I can feel
or I'm numb anymore,
but the scratches I make on this notebook seem real.
They seem permanent,
even if the beating in my chest isn't.
My breath might be polluted,
my blood might be poisoned,
my love might be molding,
but my words,
they're always true.
And that's how I know I'm alive.
 Jun 2016 David L Butler
Destre'
You are Me
I was you
You were me
But now I am new
Even though you are still you
You are no longer me
Because now I am me
Through and through
Now we are two;
Separate.
I'm okay
They tell her that's she's gullible
They tell her she's naive
All she wants is to see the best in people
She truly just wants to believe

That there are still good people out there
Decent people, like herself
That live their lives with integrity
Helping others for more than an exchange of wealth

Yet time && time again,
People seem to take advantage
Of her kind hearted nature
Of her willingness to always bandage

Everyone else's wounds
All she really wants to do is mend
The hearts of all the broken
To listen whenever they need a friend

The girl whom is always helping
To fight other people's battles
The one that you deem weak
For helping piece back those who have been dismantled

Though she feels all alone at times
Though she could use help with some stuff
She'll never ask for anyone's aid
For her, helping them out is enough
Kindness is not weakness, it is strength.
Always pay attention
When someone else is speaking
If it didn't mean something to them
They wouldn’t talk about it at all

Always listen closely
For the answers you are seeking,
May be closer than you think
Found in the ramblings of that call

Imagine if you will
A world where everyone cared
Where they leaned ear in intently
Instead of filling our heads with doubt

Maybe we'd all be happier;
Collectively less scared
We could solve all of life's problems
If we just heard everybody out

You see confidence builds greatness
Yet we continue to put each other down
Jealousy and rage keep us from turning the page
Even when the story could teach us something profound
 Jun 2016 David L Butler
Steele
Where have you gone to?
Do you still speak
through your hazel eyes?
You're still the one I belong to.
After all this time
it's funny I still cry.
I don't know where to go
when I'm feeling somewhere
in between blue and yellow.
I don't know how to lie,
but it's funny how I still try.

Just so you know,
I miss you.
This is not a good poem,
I'm just speaking my mind.
Just so you know,
I love you.
It seems that I'll love you
until the day I die.

I hope you're happy.
I hope you still have your soul.
I can't escape you.
You're trapped deep
in my psyche,
you're like marrow to my bones.
I haven't seen you in years,
but my memory
won't ever fade.
I learnt the hard way
that sometimes the ones
you love most are the first to
get taken away.

Just so you know,
it's still you.
I know it's ridiculous.
Just so you know,
after all I've been through,
I still haven't broken
our teenage promises.
© 2016 Sebastian Glyn

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