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  Oct 2014 Rupal
The Noose
Poetry gushing out
From a severed artery
Everything is bleeding
Away from me.
random thoughts before bed.
A beautiful butterfly you were
as all watched you from a far
standing by scented embers
with drug impaired eyes,
following by sips of red wine
at that given moment
you looked unsure of yourself
but all were so happy to offer their help...

Your tight hip-hugger pants
slid over your form
not a thing was wrong
could anyone see
oh how I wish I was you
on that rainy day..

Then one day, as years went by
you seemed so lost as I spied you far away
your hair seemed disheveled
your tears ran down lined pale face
the air didn't change as you floated around
like it did many moons before
my heart went to you
as I saw all the distressed...

Dear sister what happened?
did you fall on ill health
did your love fall by the wayside
did it break your heart?
The shadow is closing
a touch of loss still spoke
you murmured so softly
that not many days were
left to live much less pray....

Debbie Brooks 2014
This is for all us butterflies and our best friends in high school.. when we wanted to be them, and then years later when we see them they look so hard and afraid from all the drugs and hurt they had been through.
Finally, I see you in me
I look every day and find the same I see
everywhere I look there you are
okay let's talk girl to girl.....

Its taken me a long time to tell you I know
what has been going through my mind
so many days and months ago
it started the day I wanted to leave
and look for a better life like so many times before...

You see when I walked out that door
I left my heart and my very soul
I tore my life to little bitty shreds
the pain i have gone through
I can't comprehend....

Its been years-and years
of endless blackness nights
and now I am finally looking
at the me in you.....

I am asking can you help me girl?
since you are me and I am you..
.
Its been a few years since I saw my self
you left me laying on that bathroom floor
when I looked in the mirror I realized what was to be
the last time I looked she was so beautiful to see
Oh gee, oh me, that used to be me.....


Debbie Brooks 2014 @copywrite.
I may not be young, I may not be pretty, I may not be slim
but I am me, and I try very hard to be the best i can be....
  Oct 2014 Rupal
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A
lost
poet
inside
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unleash
itself
Rupal Oct 2014
In depth
there is
fear and insecurity...

Therefore
people prefer

The shallow
Tried and tested...
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