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pigtails, tutus, ballet flats
diet at age of six
running, skipping, jumping jacks
did she know what beauty meant?

long brown hair, pretty eyes
gym class, age of ten
stretching, push-ups, two more laps
would she learn what beauty meant?

a boy, a kiss, a little more
life at young 15
sweet talk, smiles, and lots of force
of course she knew what beauty meant

silence, hate, weakness, lies
only sweet 16
binging, purging, swears and cuts
she'd never get what beauty meant.
night comes and you sleep
as i enjoy the sound of
your sweet, drawn out breath.
Who
Who are you
that speaks so sweetly
that looks so nice
I think
you could be
divine perfection
On a bench in a park I sat alone
to watch the sun go down
and as I watched
the girl with the braided hair
sat next to me
I taught her about life
she lived where shadows roamed free
in a house on a field
with harboured secrets
silently, assuredly,
she mouths out to me
touching my hand
living the life I left behind
the girl with the braided hair
talked with me
I distract her from life
she pranced around in white mary-janes
in a blue gingham dress
with too-mature worry
sweetly, cautiously
she laughs with me
brushing my hair
living a life she wished to live
the girl with the braided hair
watched the sunset with me
creating her own life
where no shadows dared to roam
in a castle by the sea
with fairies, and light
sadly, wishfully,
she rests her head on me
dreaming her life away and I realise
the girl with the braided hair
is me
click-clack
graphite stains my hand
uneven lines caress paper
words flow from my mind to my fingers
click-clack
graphite inches out
metallic grey, both dull and exciting
strong lines fade to thinned out smudges
click-clack
little weeping willow tree
won't you ever smile?
fill your flowing limbs and leaves
with life so jovial
your salicaceous whisper
so melancholy, low
fills my mind with images
forgotten long ago
with curtain-style branches
you block out all my doubts
in your shelter, by your tree trunk
i wait my worries out
it is raining now
drops splatter against the glass
and soothe my tired brain
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