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Trying to forget you
Is like trying to erase a scar.
Truth is I just won’t get very far.
For the rest of my life
I’ll always be reminded of
The first day I fell in love.
The child sat and read her book
trying not to make a sound
she could tell by the look
nobody else was around
It did not matter anyway
she was only a joke
all she could do was sit and pray
she was only there to tease and poke
she didn't know if he was right
so she never told her mother
fearing she would leave one night
with her sister and her brothers.
she lay awake at night and cried
not knowing what to do
why is nobody on my side
if i tell I lose my mother to.
then one day the child got brave
she had to tell someone
no longer would she fear a grave
this fear would be undone
the father was locked up for a bit
admitting to his sin
in the courthouse he did sit
swearing it never to happen again
that day I come home to a letter afraid to open it
but when I felt the time was right
the letter was legit
my mother left that night.
This big world cant scare me at all
not after finding out I wasn't in the wrong
but being strong and standing tall
im not ashamed to tell everyone I was the child all along.
I do not want
to trade my books
with any of
their clothes,
I do not need
to trade my books
with any of
their shoes,  
I like to use
money
to buy me
more & more & more books,
Oh no,
I do not want to
put on
layers & layers & layers
of make up
to hide who
I really am.
 Sep 2012 Lowercase
Rachel Anne
I have never really known you,
I only hear wonderful things
about your mark on the world.
Your influence on man-kind.
Though traces of you are still seen,
And I hope that we can meet in another life.

R.I.P. chivalry.
I was brought here upon a cloud of unfairness
a cloud which I tried to undo
with hammer and pickaxe I toiled away,
but then I fell through
Into a sea of despair
which the cloud had brought down
in torrents and waves
it forced me to drown
I was still, and unbreathing
Like a dead person should be
emotionless and unfeeling
thats how they described me
This was done a few years ago, I don't quite remember when I wrote it,
but it was a time when I was feeling down and had the rare impulse to
let it out creatively.
Seen
through a telescope:
ten cents worth of fog.
I am the seed that never grew;
I am the tree that was never chopped;
I am the lumber that was never made;
I am the house that was never built;
I am the home that was never bought.
I am the family that had never formed;
I am the experiences never had;
I am the memories that were never shared;
I am the stories that were never told;
I am the potential never applied.
 Sep 2012 Lowercase
Emily K
I like to wear big hats
and old, funny shoes.
I stand in front of the mirror and  pretend
I am Daisy from The Great Gatsby
and I say
"Tom,
I do not love you,
I do not love you,
I do not love
you."
Then you call me.
We see a movie and eat Chinese food
Because you say you like
sweet and sour
pork.
I never liked the
aftertaste.
 Sep 2012 Lowercase
Hannah Green
The  thing about writers
is that we get hurt too often
because we want the world
to think the way we do

but it doesn't.
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