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 Jul 2014 em
The Unbeliever
Pride
 Jul 2014 em
The Unbeliever
My pride is all I have
its my blanket
its all I have left
threadbare
as it is

I have laid my soul
to sleep, gently
behind bars, far
and protected
walled
away

My truest being has been torn
The flower of my love
wilted, in the night
his heart unknown
words, just words

He would tell me so often, three words
it became common place, I know
every morning, drifting, warm
barely awake, but I knew
it couldn't be, couldn't
nothing is true
men lie

He'd speak to me of beauty, mine, I don't understand
the lie was in his voice, I told him, not his eyes
at first he would protest, he believed
then he would say nothing, his eyes
didn't let me see the hurt

I could never read him right
I could never trust him
I fall back on what
I fall back on me
I am right
I know
I am
I

How could he be true, real?
He tells me everything
He knows I don't
Listen anymore
Don't believe

I yearn for freedom
Earned my due
paid my prices
gaping holes,
and scars...
and tears;
I cry

I have my pride, I have my soul
its protected from the world
its protected from him
He cannot be truth
So different

I drove him off, twist his words
because I know I'm right
I know what all men
wants, needs, lusts
not me, not mine
I ignored all the
lies

But what if he was true
what if what he gave
so much, away
but he kept
saying it

I reply with what he hates, twisting
he knows I am lost, his eyes
ridicule his words, his soul
push him, driving him
He'll stop, he'll leave
He stops; leaves
I am pride
 Jul 2014 em
fdg
Untitled 3
 Jul 2014 em
fdg
I don't want to cut myself tonight,
I don't want to see blood
I don't want to find a razor and swipe
I don't want to cut myself tonight

I want to take a lighter and burn myself
I want to feel something new and
see something bright
I want to press and click and scream
I want to burn myself tonight
I want you to see it
i want to listen to Untitled 3 by Sigur Ross while I do it and then I want to cry
 Jul 2014 em
Rani
Sunday Morning
 Jul 2014 em
Rani
His voice,
Was like a relaxing Sunday morning.
And just like the day,
I couldn't have it on replay.
- Rani Olivia
 Jul 2014 em
a kind of nostalgia
Estoy feliz
solamente cuando
me siento libre.

Porque sin
la libertad,
qué soy yo?

Si no soy libre,
soy un cuerpo,
nada más.

Sino soy libre
hoy en día,
así que hoy en día,
yo soy yo.
Copyright © Claire Shelton 2011

I will provide a translation by request.
 Jul 2014 em
d3x
Sometimes
 Jul 2014 em
d3x
sometimes when you don't know
what to write here
is just because
words are not enough
to describe
what  you really feel.
 Jul 2014 em
wren
I never felt more alive than I did
That moment that you said
"I love you. I'm in love with you."
It was like electric currents
Shot clear through my vertebrae.
And I forgot to breathe for a moment.
And every day since then
At one
and two
and three
in the morning
I crave to hear it once more.
Because you've marked me.
You've etched yourself into my mind.
I told you, I made you promise
That you would stay
So you couldn't break my heart.
And you replied that
Breaking my heart would be
To throw your reason to wake up
Away.
And for that
I love you
Ever so much
More.

t.n.
 Jul 2014 em
Kay
beach day
 Jul 2014 em
Kay
your eyes are as blue as the ocean
and my hair is as blonde as the sun

together we both make the perfect beach day

but sometimes
you become dark

and that's when it storms

you become the dull grey sky

I try to light you up but it only makes things worse
and I guess that makes me the lightening

It may be dark and stormy

but what's a storm without lightening?

and what would the ocean be like if there was no sun?

what would I be like if i didn't have you?

I have a strong feeling I'm about to find out soon

maybe they were right
and maybe sometimes there's no calm before the storm

sometimes the storm just randomly hits,
hard

and maybe one day,
It won't clear up
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