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 Mar 2013 Holly W
Daniel Magner
This holding back stuff,
facade, is getting rough
with my hopes in reach
close enough to touch.
Practically out of this rut for
a life time of not giving up,
if I could only take the last step
but I know for certain
it'd be a bad bet to run a circle
around a friend like a back-stabbing
game of chess
and the check mate would leave
a dark stain on the membrane
of what ever came next.
So I take small dips
instead of full rips
one or two hits
just enough to get me to my next fix,
the whole time her face playing
in my head like movie clips
laughing at jokes or drawing *****
little kid shows, cartoon pics.
Making food and saying, "**** the dishes"
But now I wash them and watch
my ideas swirl down the drain like dead fishes.
Split a swisher, pack, light, lifted.
My mind keeps switching
as I watch her walk back and forth
cooking in the kitchen.
Sooner or later my life will be ruined
by this
decision.
© Daniel Magner 2013
Sail, I sail on a flowing river
Where this will take me, I wonder
Folks think I am naive and young
Like spring blossoms not yet sprung

Sail, I sail on running streams
Trying to fulfill my dreams:
Of living somewhere I belong,
And be the one who is wise and strong

Sail, I sail and see two waterways
Shall I go through this one which might take days?
This side of water rushes real fast
With those rocks, making it harder to be passed

Sail, I sail and see the river divides
One of them has those calm tides
Besides its tranquil surface
There is also no need to race

Sail, I sail with adventurous mind to the first
As I know this cannot be reversed
Call me ignorant, foolish, young
With high hopes, I shall soon be sprung!
Dedicated to Class of 2012, English major, Thammasat University, Thailand.
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Aly
Quiet Friend
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Aly
Be cautious little Quiet Friend
You never were so brave like this before
Tip your toe into the shallow end
Or regret every move more and more.

Be careful little Quiet Friend
Dont just jump into the ocean
Be mindful that your heart can't bend
Be careful of emotions.

Look out my little Quiet Friend
They'll knock you down before you make your move
Watch out for the big world out there
It sinks hurtful words into your every groove.

Think wisely little Quiet Friend
Dodge bullets, keep your head safe and low
Keep some thoughts hidden within yourself
Don't let them know if they're a friend or foe.

Speak up my little Quiet Friend
You only regret words you didn't say
Prepare for days of silence, Friend
Think slowly, live your life day by day.

Be cautious little Quiet Friend
You never were so brave like this before
Tip your toe into the shallow end
Don't question your good judgement anymore.
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Edward Searson
I went to a party Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink,
Mom, so I drank soda instead.

I really felt proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.

I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone is driving out of sight.

As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me,
So responsible and sweet.

I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled out into the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And hit me like a load.

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
"The other guy is drunk," Mom,
And now I'm the one who will pay.

I'm lying here dying, Mom....
I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom?
My life just burst like a balloon.

There is blood all around me, Mom,
And most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom,
I'll die in a short time.

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom,
The others didn't think.

He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank,
And I will die.

Why do people drink, Mom?
It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now,
Pains just like a knife.

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,
And I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying,
And all he can do is stare.

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom,
Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom,
Put "GOOD BOY " on my grave.

Someone should have told him, Mom,
Not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom,
I would still be alive.

My breath is getting shorter, Mom,
I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom.
When I needed you, you were always there.

I have one last question, Mom.
Before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive,
So why am I the one to die?
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Tru Baker
I envy the cup of coffee that gets to kiss your sleepy lips awake every cold and bitter morning.
i want to reach up
choke myself
but everything is dead
from the neck up

stuffed away and never
want to remember

all i got is memories

no breath
no blood flow
no life or want for

dead from the neck down
The birds sing like it is Spring, but it’s just March.
Are they confused, or is it me?
I hold my hand out on my porch and breathe in--
believing, if they land on me, Seasons will change.
They snicker at this, the birds, knowing for them
the change was long ago decided.
I want to join them
almost as much as I want to smoke a cigarette
and pretend to be 17 again
or lose my virginity while remaining friends
and travel to Germany without searching for that kiss.
I want to sit in a tree and sing
imagining that March is Spring.
MMXIII
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Holly Freeman
A smile stretches across your face,
White teeth gleaming,
Brighter than any star,
But not brighter than heaven,
For that would be pure evil.

Copyright Feb, 2011.
Found this one lingering in an old binder.
 Mar 2013 Holly W
Skye Applebome
Why is it
I do something right
And you don't notice
But when I mess up
You never let me forget....
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