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Elizabeth P Aug 2015
Try to live a little better each day in some way.
Elizabeth P Aug 2015
The world is just a puzzle
We try to find our missing pieces to make ourselves whole
Sometimes we find shredders
Or the edge of the table below our cardboard limbs

The college guy that goes out on Friday nights to the same bar,
Trying to find a temporary thrill,
Seeks excitement.

A young lady who wakes up every morning to get to the gym
Seeks wellness.

An old widow with his knees bowed next to the alter at church,
Looks to find sanctuary.

A man watching the people pass
Looks for inspiration in the lives of others.

The greatest of sinners
His back to an metal table
Limbs strapped one by one
Says one last prayer before darkness overtakes him.
He seeks redemption.

What are you seeking?
Elizabeth P Aug 2015
A summer night is full of ephermal things
Doing activities to make you happy for a little bit
Just to pass time
Just to distract from the lack of something
Or someone
Messing with technology so I don't daydream about us
Listening to music so I don't think about the way you looked in the moonlight
Doing anything so I don't think about how much I miss you

But when I do think of my longing for you,
I cry.
Elizabeth P Jul 2015
I had a feelin I was gonna meet someone
When we encountered one another
That day

I can't explain the phantom hug
No not to this day

We've been through so much
All because of me
And you're still here
Though I've lost pieces of you along the way

I hold on to the conversation
That lit up my heart
I hold on to the glances of the boy
With that green emerald eyes
That fixated on me in the dark
I hold onto that kiss
Your body against mine
Most of all,
I hold onto you because
You felt like home to me.

I've always been one
To never admit defeat
I've never been one
To watch how I speak
I've never been one
To expose my soul too much
But you opened me up
Without even trying

And now,
When you call
I still smile in the night
And I believe
That everything will be alright
Because I

I hold on to the conversation
That lit up my heart
I hold on to the glances of the boy
With that green emerald eyes
That fixated on me in the dark
I hold onto that kiss
Your body against mine
Most of all,
I hold onto you because
You felt like home to me.

I've pushed you away so far
So fast
I can;t believe you're still here
You've seen me through the worst
You have yet to see me through the best
But I thank the sky that you're still here with me
Because

In a world of strangers
Feeling so apart
I have found
One to open my steel heart
I have found my home
In you.
Elizabeth P Jun 2015
Clear tears are reflected in the mirror
Fingertips lie on cold glass
Locking eyes with someone I used to know
Back when they had thought before they acted
Back before they were beautiful
Back before they were loved

But now
I don't recognize the figure
The beautiful lie she portrays
Touting herself as honest
Then breaking him with not one
But four lies
The boy loves her
She loves the boy
But not enough apparently
Now the relationship with the boy she dreamed of
Hangs on by a thread
And it's all her fault
Eyes tell the story of her haunting guilt
Nightly tears
Can't seem to forgive herself
But no one else seems to see
But the ******* the other side of the mirror

Fingertips slide down the glass
I beg to the good one for help
But she turns her back
I break down and pray for a miracle
Because it'll take one to fix this
  Jun 2015 Elizabeth P
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••••••••
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sound of running puddles•
listen...to the          as they make
window pane•             their way out
   pelting my                         of stagnant
       the rain•                    troubles•listen
            sound of                  ...to the calm
                   ...to the                calling of
               listen                     the moist
            •                          breeze•as it
                 whispers its hopeful
        promises and decrees• 
listen...to the chaos in
   my heart •  heals it-    
self everyday  be-    
fore again it gets    
torn apart      
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