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 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Deeseaare
Elegy
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Deeseaare
I have loved you.
When we fought, I thought
About how your left iris
Had a hint of golden bliss
Swimming in infinite blue,
I loved you.
Now, what can I say?
Bright gold is fading over blue bay
All my words I ****
Biting my tongue until
It bleeds, tastes of salt and still
I loved you.
What should I do?
I can change for you!
(If you want me to)
What was that? I love you too.
I was sold on gold
On what you told
Of summer and freedom and love of old
Ice cream parlors.
Of driving down Ocean Avenue
Listening to periwinkle blue
And sweet honey voices coo “I love you”
Forgetting education, foundation
Disregarding the French he took, saying: look,
I loved you.
Bleeding tongue aside, I cannot hide
How hard I’ve tried
To love you.
Goodbye.
Never, never again?
Not on nights filled with quivering stars,
or during dawn's maiden brightness
or afternoons of sacrifice?

Or at the edge of a pale path
that encircles the farmlands,
or upon the rim of a trembling fountain,
whitened by a shimmering moon?

Or beneath the forest's
luxuriant, raveled tresses
where, calling his name,
I was overtaken by the night?
Not in the grotto that returns
the echo of my cry?

Oh no. To see him again --
it would not matter where --
in heaven's deadwater
or inside the boiling vortex,
under serene moons or in bloodless fright!

To be with him...
every springtime and winter,
united in one anguished knot
around his ****** neck!
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Q
I am empty
I have nothing to give
And this feeling prevails in me
Affecting how I live

Something is hurting
Deep inside of me
And there is no direction
In the chaos, the insanity

Something is aching
Perhaps behind my eyes
But everything is okay
lies, lies, lies

Something is throbbing
In the recesses of my brain
And I reach and reach
And find nothing but pain

Something is tired
Ready to be put to rest
Knife at my throat
One last breath

Something is hurting
A dull, aching pain
And I'd give anything
Never to feel again

Something's hurting
Can you help me?
Something's hurting
Make it stop, please.

Something's fed up
Blood down my arms
Something's crying
With only itself to harm

Something is empty
Just a bag of organs and blood
Something is wondering
If it really could

Something's resolving
Something's got a gun
Something's going on
Something's finally won

Because Something's hurting
And nobody cares
And when Something's fading fast
Who will be there?
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Zara
we used to be as close
as the sea and the shore
the world is nothing
against us
we tore apart all the expectations
and made our own
inseparable and honest
that was our motto
but one day
we started drifting apart
like there is this
invisible wall
acting as a barrier
between us
we confronted each other
tried breaking down the wall
I guess it didn't worked
I tried hard enough
maybe you didn't
maybe you just stopped caring
a feat I could've never done
as you were my friend
my best friend
maybe our friendship
was meant to end this way
maybe I did mistakes
maybe you did
maybe we both did
but it doesn't matter anymore
as there's nothing worth saving
not anymore
What you're looking for:

If you want the girl
that tells you just what you want to hear, but not what you need to
she's out there.
If you're looking for nothing more than soft words and quiet blessings,
you'll find it,
three blocks east.
If you like
the kind that agrees with you on
every
single
thing,
you should meet my friend right over there.

But over here,
is a girl with loud thoughts, and who speaks the truth
no matter how cold.
Inside this house,
stands a girl with ambitions brighter than that new shade of blonde you're into.
This girl,
will never treat you like the man you are,
or are not,
but rather, like the man you could be.
Royalty.
She will tell you everything you need to hear because
that
is
loyalty.
She will, that is
should you be man enough to hear it.

She will listen to what you have to say,
pretend to look the other way,
look back, smirk and in one breath proclaim
"Unless,"
and prove you wrong.
Not always though.

She will make you mad, no
furious!
Drive you crazy, make you wonder if she's serious
and through various tactics make you realize
she's actually quite hilarious.
sometimes.

This
is a girl that will drive you crazy
and make you love every minute of it.
should you be man enough.
Spoken Word Version:  http://youtu.be/spEV-W4sWoY
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Jenna B
go
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Jenna B
go
He looks at her as she reads
calmly
she is subtle and calm, turning each page
slowly
he feels his stomach begin to churn
faintly
he watches her as her hair falls in her face
softly
she feels his eyes on her, and looks up
just like that
and the moment is gone
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Jenna B
I don't understand you, although I desperately want to.
when I first met you, I was completely intrigued
by your words and your voice
you gorgeous voice that has the ability to make me melt
your beautiful words, that are so raw and true they make me shudder,
(although they are laced with just the right amount of confusion and wonder)
those were the parts of you that first caught my attention
I looked at you, and you seemed to be an open book
I went over to read you but it was simply a mirage
you have this illusion of simplicity but you are so deeply complex that sometimes,
I marvel and wonder if you could ever understand yourself...
I try to see past your walls, to what drives you
and sure, you've given me a glimpse once or twice
but it only made me urge to see more

Now- this is the part I don't know if you'll appreciate
See, I zoomed in on you so hard and concentrated on you so intensely,
trying to get you and capture your aura
that the rest of the world began to look a little...inadequate
and I think that you puzzled me to the point that
I started falling for you.  

In fact I fell so hard that I went a little crazy
I must have hit my head
I was crazy to live like you, and be with you
Maybe it was that little hue of ridiculousness that allowed me to see you more clearly
and oh WOW
I realize now that the more I think about you, the less I will ever understand
I know that you are such an intricate and vast soul that it could never be described
much less expressed verbally or stuffed into your body
You are truly the most stunning and flawed human being I have ever had the privilege of witnessing
I really think I love you now
and I just thought that you should know
So that you could understand a little bit of me.
 Oct 2013 Evie Young
Michael
I wonder what it would feel like,
with a lover's heart beating against mine,
the natural sweetness of the oils in her hair,
her hand, perhaps with one scar or another
and chipped nail paint--touching my cheek,
and her breath alive and endearing
with warm air, petite lungs breathing easily,
and maybe with a reflexive glance upward to me
flashing brilliantly beautiful
in a brief moment of thoughtlessness where the reality is
she's surrendered her very being
without intending to and without regret,
for she feels safe enough not to hold her heart
in her own hands, and I safe enough
to let her hold mine, and I tell her
that I've known no greater joy than to give her
everything I am.

It must be so much more beautiful
than wrapping my fingers around the hand of a fantasy,
which in my desperate grip crumples
like the paper on which I drafted
her every perfect detail.

— The End —