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Emily Tyler Sep 2013
I remember the days when
You were just a boy running alongside us,
Super-speeding on the roads and
Meeting us, or at least me, at the junction

I remember the days when
You were just a reflection off the
Lonely lights, which never shone,
A companion in the dark, companionless nights

I remember the days when
You were just standing there in a corner
Smiling like an idiot or worried to the max
When I was sleeping soundly and you'd
Watch me curl up into a ball and drool,
Or when I was crying, huddling in my
Little ball of blankets, screaming silent howls

I remember the day
You left.

You left without a trace.
You didn't say anything.
I anticipated the whole night for you to
Take me away into that
Non-existent kingdom in a dreamland
Not so far

I waited
I stayed up
And I did curl up into a ball
I cried the whole night through,
My eyes were red and puffy
But I couldn't tell them why

And honestly
I grew very mad
Because you never came
Until three or four years later

But once I knew your reason
I'd shut up for the
Seemingly longest time
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
I used to think it was all about
Having a special dream
But now I know
It's not that,
It's about
Making your dream special
Did that make any sense at all?
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
Happiness*
Is just a ****
Side effect

A side effect of helping
A side effect of loving
A side effect of tragedy

The calm sea before
The raging storm;
The mirage before
The sudden realization

You see,
Happiness exists
But the search for it
Spoils everything
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
Just another teen talking about
Just another day with
Just another stupid reason to be
Just extremely unhappy
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
Is it
Better to have
Loved and lost
Than to
Never have loved
At all
?
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
Angry stares, angry stares,
Angry stares everywhere;
Judging eyes, judging eyes,
Judging eyes everywhere;
Furious speech, furious speech,
Furious speech everywhere

Don't be bothered,
Don't be bothered,
Oh shut up
It was just a scare
Emily Tyler Sep 2013
I lay here every night
Talking to non-existent voices
And they always understand,

Sometimes they'd laugh along,
Other times they'd cry so long;
Sometimes they are really loud
Other times quietened by a shroud.

But sometimes I wish
There'd be this
Other bed with
Another girl or boy
Probably older than I
And he/she would be down there
Nodding or
Getting an anxious look on
The face

And when they hear me out,
They'd rush towards me and
Grab hold of me in their arms
Repeating over and over again
"It's okay, I'm here. It's over..."

And I would truly
Have felt warmth and love
And I'd really be able to have
A real shoulder
To cry on

And maybe, then I wouldn't have to
Pretend every day and every night
That I have this
Warm loving family in my head
And though they disagree quite often
They'd still stick together
No matter what

Maybe then
I wouldn't have to
Cry writing this poem
Just wishing
Once again
I had a

Somebody
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