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 May 2014 Elle Kay
Chelsea Molin
Bare feet against cold sheets
Counting mistakes and reasons why I can't sleep
Tossing and turning, pressing pillow against cheek
The future is a mountain with no peak.
The night is pitch, dark and deep
Mocking me, teasing me, causing me to weep
Faces appear from my past,
Some long forgotten, some struggling to last
They circle around and around my head,
Their ruckus taunts making me wish I were dead.
"Remember, remember!" They chant.
I don't want to recall. As a matter of fact, I can't
To go back would be dangerous to all,
Cling to your faith, don't let yourself fall
Back into the dusk, into the cave
Your soul is the only one you can save
Nighttime madness with feet naked and bare
Sheets cold and lonely with nobody there
To hold you and tell you things will be alright
Or to supress the dark thoughts that haunt you at night.
Close your eyes, let the music drown out the sound
And remember you're the only one who will always be around.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Tabitha
Sometimes you don't hear it,
Other times it blares outloud,
You are constantly reminded,
As you check your stopwatch,
Ticking every second,
Counting every moment until your last breath,
Saying that time is running out,
Worried that time will slip out of our hands,
Worried that the time we spend is pointless,
Worried about the job we have,
The people to impress,
and the family to take care of,
The time we have is now,
The time we take to count,
count for every time we check the time,
Takes up more time,
Remove that glue that binds your eyes to a clock,
and start living your life and
Stop watching it like a hawk,
because no matter what time of the day it maybe,
it will,
*Tick Tock
Just off the top of my head.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Tee Jay
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 May 2014 Elle Kay
Tee Jay
A beautiful soul,
destroyed by society,
and left to die.
She was unique.
She danced to her
own music.
They chastised her,
tearing down the wall.
Her bricks were
torn from the barrier.
The barrier she created,
to keep her alive.
They destroyed it;
now she's gone.
They tied a noose for her.
They pulled the chair,
slowly hanging her,
letting her fade into the night.
The day before
she turned 15,
was the last of
her days on Earth.
She would breath no more.
Love no more.
Slice her wrists,
no
more.
They no longer have
a punching bag.

Her mother let out
a shrill cry,
as she entered her
only child's
room to wake
her for school.
To send her to
the torture chamber.
The place that
gently placed
the rope around
her neck.

Three days later,
she is buried.
Six feet down,
she is put in the ground.
The murderers
gather around the grave,
crying fake,
forced tears.
They have no remorse.
They have done their damage.
A beautiful soul,
destroyed by society,
and left to die.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
MaryJane Doe
Liquor on her lips
    Long before she arrived
As She walked
    She had thoughts
Of a love
       Long denied
And her pride
   Fell
As she stumbled
   Straight to hell
Sipping
   On pre game
Shame blame
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Marzanna
there's a gap between your front teeth and between
your visions and plans and reality
holes in your personality, waiting to be filled up
and i wonder
what will become of you?
for my little brother;
maybe someday he'll read it.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Tabitha
They say core classes are suppose to teach us, things essential to everyday life,
This ****** education system needs to be stabbed with a knife,
Since when will I need to graph a parabola,
Math is need for finances and taxes blah, blah, blah.
Yet there is, oh so much that I need to learn,
If I got the chance every textbook I would burn,
Since when will I ever need to explain the history in the life of Shakespeare,
When will I ever need to write another ****** essay based on contrast and compare,
Since when will I ever need to explain the body parts of a frog,
The only thing that these core classes have done is they've made me into a helpless dog,
Since when was memorizing information defined as learning
I hope when my children get older it's the ****** education's death I will be mourning.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Chelsea Molin
There's a knife in my back
Just about skin deep
It's not noticeable
Just harder to sleep

An uncomfortable nag,
An unnerving chill
As the knife cuts deeper
With the intent to ****

There's a smile on the face,
But a scowl on the heart,
A mischievious instinct
To tear me apart

There's not much to say,
Almost nothing you can do
Then you begin to realize
This behavior is nothing new.

It's happened before
Only in a different light
A forgiving nature
But it's not worth the fight.

You fooled me once,
Shame on you
Fool me twice
I didn't want it to be true

It's a terrible feeling
When someone you could trust
Turns the tables
With their own thoughts of lust

You project onto me
Your own mistakes
The ball is in your court
And you know the stakes

The longer you wait
The further I drift
Your conscience is heavy
And needs a lift.

Communication is the key
That unocks the door to the soul
The only way to take something broken
And start to make it whole

When the lying
And deception begin
Anger and frustration arise
And you're determined to win

Do not stoop
To the level of your peers
Be the bigger person
Prove you're wise beyond your years

Learn to let them go
Out of mind, out of sight
Karma will pay them a visit
Then they'll see you're right

What will you do
When they come back?
Do they make your life better
Or is there something they lack?

The integrity, the morals,
The decency, the good
The simple reasonin
To do what they should

Because you value the life
Of another person, a friend
You appreciate the relationship
And you're there til the end

But they still have the knife
And your scar just faded
When they come back
Only freshly jaded

They beg for forgiveness
Yearn to right the wrong
Although forgetting is much easier
Especailly after waiting so long

It's impossible to regain
What you once had
You realize what you're missing
Too bad, so sad.

You let it go
You didn't care
I was disposible
Even though I was always there

It doesn't matter
What you do or say
They will get rid of you
And you'll want them to stay

Don't you fret
They're gone for a reason
They're not meant to weather your storm
Only weather a season

Their time is up
Their season has come and gone
Keep what you've learned
Smile and say "so long"

Lessons learned
If you love something, you set it free
Turn your back and walk away
Clearly this wasn't meant to be.
 May 2014 Elle Kay
Vivian Sin
She fed her own sick, twisted nature,
with the pain and grief of others,
Oh, how I pity her ever so poor mother,
for one just cannot teach herself hatred,
As a poet once cruelly, bluntly stated.
Her kindness slowly degraded,
As she was hated.
But, she was not to blame.
For she was once trapped in her own sick game.
To all the bullies out there...
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