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Grace Haak Dec 2019
My eyes have bled tears
My eyes have squinted with hate
My eyes have been glued shut from fears
Not wanting to see my upcoming fate
And with that
my eyes are tired.
They now rest in their sockets
Covered in unfeeling glaze
They are now impenetrable lockets
Stuck in a fathomless haze
The eyes are the windows to the soul
Unless no light can get through
It's what happens when life takes a toll
And you've no clue what to do
So you let them sit there
Unmoving, unblinking
Don't let them show anyone
Anything that you're thinking
It's over I'm done my eyes are tired.
Grace Haak Dec 2019
Someone please
just tell me the answer
because what I thought was a crossroads
has branched into a dozen paths
and you know I don't stand a chance
against a decision-making dilemma
so I am handing over the strings
please just play me like a puppet
put the confidence in my choice
put the words into my voice
move my feet in some direction
I promise I'll have no objection
because I cannot think! I cannot act!
my mind is chock-full
and completely jam-packed
and I am indecisive to the extreme
so much so I'm about to scream
yes I know it's bad that I have no thought
but all my attempts are tangled in a knot
I am tired of the pros and cons list
I am getting lost on this track of twists
so take my choices, I do not care
it's not like I'm getting anywhere!
It's really bad!
Grace Haak Dec 2019
i want frostbite
and i want to freeze
i want a cold night
and i want a bitter breeze
i want to shiver
and i want to go numb
i want a frozen river
and i want a purple thumb
i want an unforgiving winter
and i want any feeling to go
i want an icicle splinter
and i want to be buried in snow.
Grace Haak Nov 2019
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
No, you shall not!
I already know I am lovely
But I am more tumultuous than temperate
And I prefer the icy chill of January versus
The darling buds of May
Sorry!
But any eternal summer you see within me
Shines for someone else
Any gold complexion that you see
Contains my words of lover's wealth
But it does not sparkle for you!
I apologize for the unrequited affection
But I think your Shakespeare needs correction
If Juliet is the sun from the East
Then I am strictly from the West
No roses in my lips or cheeks
Face flushed from cold at best.
So save your sonnets and your rhymes
For another girl at another time
I will be stuck in the winter's shade
Bearing icicles unafraid
But if you and your lover's lines
Saunter over and take a seat
I must let you know I shall have to go
And into the night I will retreat.
Grace Haak Nov 2019
You held the constellations in a hot iron grip
I caressed the stars, never letting them slip.
You ****** the air in short hurried breaths
I embraced the life, grateful until there's nothing left.
You jabbed at the sky and screamed until your throat was red
I hoped to the heavens and was answered in my head.
You disappear from the world and cope with it by drinking
I disappear from the world and cope with it by thinking.
Untitled for right now
Grace Haak Nov 2019
your crystal eyes
a kaleidoscope
crisp colors changing each day
like stained glass
these patterns pass
reflecting light in a most beautiful way
one i wrote a while back
Grace Haak Nov 2019
Keep reading
because all you are doing
is reminding me that
my words hold weight
whether you like them or not
keep prying into my thoughts
I'll spill as much
as my mind can fill
up your cup
and even if you say it's too much
I will pour more in still!
I do not care
if you don't like sweets
my candy-coated barrage
because I like sugar
and I like words
and I like my art!
So sorry if it's blatant
sorry if it's strange
actually I don't care at all
my words shouldn't have to change!
I share because I truly think
the world is better
with more words to drink
but this is my mug
filled to the brim
my words are mine
it's all for me.
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