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 May 2015 Kaitlynn
Hannah
is she alive?
or is she just surviving
pulling through day by day
unaware as life goes on

does she exist?
or is she merely a concept
of space
and
time
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
inkstains
saying you don't want to fall in love because you can't risk getting hurt is like saying you won't build houses because earthquakes exist
I want to sleep but these creeping thoughts keep breaching the security of my inner peace
I want to think positive and deposit these utterly exhaustive thoughts of worry someplace else
Onto the page I lock them away to stay out of my space and only on the page for someone else
To see
To read
To agree
Even if that person is only me
At least those negative intrusive thoughts won't be so bothering
No longer can they take up such precious space
Stronger I will be
A love letter to writing. my attempt to try and define the cathartic qualities of being a writer
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
Philip Larkin
What are days for?
Days are where we live.
They come, they wake us
Time and time over.
They are to be happy in:
Where can we live but days?

Ah, solving that question
Brings the priest and the doctor
In their long coats
Running over the fields.
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
josin137
But
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
josin137
But
If only I didn't feel this way,
The world would be a lot brighter,

But

It will also be a lot lonelier.
Sigh.
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
Grace
Cuts
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
Grace
We listen in a silent craze
Digging toward darker days
Crying out in silent breaths
Demanding to release our catch

Words thrown from Hell's depth
Clawing at what's tender left
A flame so bright and warm
Left to leave a trust no more

He hurts you.
With no regard.
He mocks you.
With no emotion.
It is a game.
You will not win.

Darling, your cuts won't solve the pain you're in.
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
lotus lord
why
 May 2015 Kaitlynn
lotus lord
why
you pull me in to your lap and kiss me
latter that day you ask me out

i wait and think but never answer

time goes on and you give me a computer
but we went down stairs you set the computer down
you pulled me close and kissed me
and it changed my world

weeks went by

one day after school we hang out
i sat in your lap as you play minecraft
and in between games we kissed many of times

the next morning i asked you out
but you needed time

a week later

at are choirs concert you gave me your phone and told me to read

what i saw killed me
you asked out my best friend/sister

i cried and cried even cried myself to sleep

it blow over but i never really did heal

you told me that those kisses meant nothing and it crushed me

you then asked out another girl

and it hurt me once more

i grow feeling for someone who hurts me over and over again

but how?
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