Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Staring out in the Ocean,mistaking calm waves for a storm.
Waiting for the next wave the world is going to throw at me. I stay ready.
Its all so mysterious, like the rain when its Sunny.
I have this picture of me on the jetty, it inspired the whole poem. Ocean, Sunny wordplay for me two names.
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
k
Scars
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
k
I tear away at my skin
as a coping mechanism
for many things. It's tragic,
really...tearing away at the
vessel that carries me through
my attempts to save myself
from the world I live in.
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
Caitlin
Scars
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
Caitlin
I am a collection of scars.
Each tells a story.
Some from a childhood of laughter and a carefree attitude,
others from lonely nights in the shadows with anxiety riddled thoughts pressing down on me;
as I pressed down on the blade.
Excerpt from a short story I am writing.
Don’t be ashamed
Of your scars
Because I have matching ones
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
tmh
scars
 Mar 2015 Erin Preston
tmh
the scars will f
                         a
                           d
but the                  e
sadness s
               t
               a
               y
               **s
Words ...
               Subtly...
                             Speak ...

I just want to Scream

Listen ...
                        Understand ...
                                       Silence ...

Would you ever Hear me?

Unaudiable ...
                    Reaching ...
                                    Silence ...

*But She Wants To Scream ...
Next page