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Elise Jaco Apr 2017
Bloodied knuckles
don't mean much
Not that much tonight

I'll scream and scream
and scream again
cause hell, it's worth the fight

I'm tired of waiting
Of hoping, of wishing
Craving you and only you

I've run and climbed
over everything
and God, I hate the view

You can't do this
Won't hurt me again
Do you feel my pain?

All you want
is what you want
and oh, you are so vain
I'm not sure if this sounds better with or without the last two stanzas. Let me know what you think!
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
We all have problems

You think I want this?
You think I'm happy?
That I'm okay?
That I don't go home, clenched fists
Screaming an ever so painful silence
because why fight when you know you've lost?
That a storm doesn't rage when I pass a mirror?
That my laughter heals the scars?
Do you think it's easy?

We all have problems
and you don't know mine.
Random phrases pop into my head sometimes and I try to write them down. Then I guess they turn into this stuff.
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
I can't be your light
your anchor
your sun

If I go much longer,
black ink
starts to run

And yet,
doves above
singing faith and trust

but blinded am I
by the strong
hold of lust
A poem a day keeps depression away, amirite? Haha...
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
Cut away the fat
and shame
The sneers too

Every night
Warm, red on wrists
Remembering you

Never good enough
but burning desire
etched into the soul

Skipping meals
wiping tears
and never feeling whole
I'm dealing with a lot of emotions right now and I'm not completely sure how I should translate that into my writing, but I guess it's a work in progress.
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
This bitterness
Something no fool
would dare to taste

and the fear
Beating your fists
against the wall

You choke
and cannot swallow
the pain

Every time you bloom
beautiful and red
you are consumed

A fire burns
and all that's left
are thorns
I wasn't sure about the last two stanzas but went with it anyway.
  Apr 2017 Elise Jaco
Paige
You were the Sun
And I was the Moon
Silently wishing to be the World so that I could feel your warmth
Even though I was surrounded by the Stars I couldn't help but feel lonely
Counting down the days when we would pass by each other
And pushing myself to eclipse with you
I felt so useless
Like I was nothing
And felt hurt by the things your world spat at me
I would try to disappear but kept coming back because I didn't want to lose your warmth
I need your warmth
Without you I would lose my glow
Without you I would not be the Moon
It's scary to know that I have to depend on you when you don't have to depend on me
Why can't I be your World
Why can't you love me
You were the Sun
And I was your Moon
But you belonged to your World
What are you?
The sun, world, or moon
Elise Jaco Apr 2017
The ghost you left
a simple suggestion
of memory

And here I am
on my knees
left in pieces

Pictures scattered
Scrawled thoughts
on torn papers

and they beg to burn
but yet
I sit here still and yearn

Come back to me
I have no idea what I'm doing writing these. I'm kinda new to poetry overall so if you have any tips or advice, I'd greatly appreciate it!
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