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Dark hair and light eyes.
I hope you choke on your lies,
Causing your demise.
Beautiful liars are the most dangerous kind
I often feel trapped within myself.

I often feel trapped within myself
a prisoner to the mind that drives me
the mind that breaks me
the mind that controls my every move.

I often feel trapped within myself
restrained by the limits I set
restrained by the fear of breaking free
restrained by the body that holds me in place.

I often feel trapped within myself.
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
Everytime we touched,
I felt a spark.
Eventually it grew to a flame
That destroyed me slowly.
Sparks ignite into flames, good or bad.
  Aug 2014 Elizabeth Lawrence
Nostalgia
Who am I,
Am I the creatures of the sea
Or the air in which I breathe?

Who am I,
Am I the plants that sprout in spring
Or the hurtful feeling of a bee sting?

Who am I,
Am I the ground in which I walk
Or the terrifying sight of a sky hawk?

Who am I?
This is a question that will go unanswered
Yet it spreads in my mind everyday like cancer.
I sit here,
loved,
But still lonely;
feeling broken,
but barely bent,
a good life,
but with a sad face.
And I know I'll be okay...
eventually,
but for right now I'm not,
and I need you to know that I'm trying
thoughts all are jumbled
mind is a shredded mess
no comfort can be found in my bed
no inspiration lurks outside my window
clothes are strewn about, their disheveled appearance only adds to it all.
smudges on the mirror, clutter on the vanity
jammed drawers and a lock that won't work.
missing shoes
mismatched socks
all these things cause my writers block.
a growl from my stomach
a snarl in my hair
a sharp end of my nail, I shouldn't bite them so much.
rain starts to fall
the room gets dark
the temperature drops
all these things cause my writers block.
Maybe some Netflix will help.
Copyright 08-4-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
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