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grace Aug 2014
For the last few days
The sunsets have been incredible
I've taken too many pictures
And held my breath too much
Thinking if I exhaled
The reds and yellows
Would fall like rain
Back behind the mountains
The last time we spoke
I was preoccupied
By counting clouds and colors,
So distracted that I
Didn't understand
That our sunset
Was turning to a storm
The reds were no longer lovely
But smothering and smoldering
The yellows turned to the color
Of bruises on skinned knees
The dark clouds rumbled in the distance
And shook the bed I was lying in
With my pillow over my head
Trying to drown the noise
I held my breath
For a different reason
For a different sunset
For far too long
And when I let it go
The storm didn't let up
And lightning struck my back bone
Sending electricity
Through my spine
Now I have been numbed
By our beautiful
horrible
sky.
grace Jul 2014
my hands are blue
my eyes are red
you sit and tell me all the things
we could’ve been and
my throat burns
my legs are tired
we’ve been walking so long
I might just stop for a while

You whisper
the words that
I know you don’t mean
because you say them quietly
and I say please
just don’t leave
lovemeholdmeneedme
You’re all I need
You’re all I need

don’t think too much
you’re gonna go mad
I sit with my head on my knees looking at my feet
Don;t drink too much
You’re gonna go mad
I can’t tell if this
is water ***** or blood
blue red or ***

they’re both thick enough
I think I'm just tired
let's go to bed now please
poem about a toxic relationship that I was in
grace Jul 2014
I've lived in Oregon
As long as I can remember
I've hated the rain
It's relentless and cold

But now I like the rain
Because it reminds me of you
tapping on my windows
To wake me up

I can barely feel you
Tracing my goosebumps
Like a mist
On a Sunday morning

And I can't hold you
Like you can hold me
Burning my face
And soaking my skin

Unfortunately, it's summer
There is no rain
And by the time it starts
You'll be gone

And I'll walk
with my hood down
Just to feel you run your hands
through my wet hair

Every soggy spring
Will remind me of you
And I hate umbrellas
So I guess I'm ******

I think I should move
To a different state
Where there's no rain
And no memory of you
The feels
grace Jul 2014
Run
I could run forever
Past this damaged dry wall
I've got it all planned out
Down to the last phone call

Train jumping or hitch hiking
By car or by plane
I've got to get away from these people
Before I go any more insane

I've been wishing for a solace
And to not be selfish or cold
I can fix all these little things
But my home I can't control

I will run forever
stop when I'm as far as I could get
Without coming back around
And then some

This town is ******* the blood from my veins.
grace Jul 2014
You
I still think of you sometimes...


Nevermind I'm not going to write a live poem.
grace Jul 2014
Your hand rests limply
Across my waist
A cacophony of thoughts
Our hearts beat at different rates

We search for the light
Like dusty moths
Floating broken
And drifting off

On top of the sheets
Listening to the world outside
I traced the features of your face
With my rough fingertips

We gravitate towards happiness
And do what's in our power
To find the light that never goes out
The light inside each other

It is late and I've been dreaming
So the string of thoughts is tangled
But I think from now on I'll keep
A lighter beside my candle.
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