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  Aug 2019 Ella
viola
sun
loving you was a day in the sun
smiles, laughter, fun
sadly, it is not possible for the sun to forever stand tall
but watch closely
there is beauty as it falls
Ella Aug 2019
Everyday
is another day I don’t text you
Everyday is another day I pretended I don’t miss you

Everyday

It’s silly I know
Can’t even say the words
Can’t even let this pain go

Everyday is another day I’m angry at you
For not caring like I do
But you can’t force someone to care
How can I still love you

Everyday

Everyday is another day he is just a picture in my head
Everyday I hear the three words
he never said

These are my three words

I HATE YOU  

but we know that’s not true
Because every day is a day I’m still loving you
Haven’t published a poem in a while. here goes. Isn’t it hard to carry on when you love someone so profoundly that you feel the world might break in two? And if it doesn’t, it might break you? Please read this poem with a new perspective. Don’t think of it as a silly teenage heartbreak; but as growth towards a profound love that will one day burn brighter then my pain.i know this poem isn’t eloquent. But it is raw; and perhaps that’s enough. Sometimes, simple words cut deeper than the difficult ones.
Ella Aug 2019
WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY
You broke my heart today.
it was unbReakablE
You proved me wrong
and I can’t
I can’t stOp thinkinG of midniGHT
(it’s a sonG)

I keep thinking
I should have seen u all along
I keep thinking
That we were midnight
AND I aM scaReD
I HATE to be lost
v u l n e r a b l e and unaware
Of the damaging STRENgth you had

but

We arE midnight
Pushing through thE dark
Pushing back
And after a while
I only see starry skies

not black

yes yes I know
this poem makes no sense
and That’s how

Love goes
it’s nonsense
Ella May 2019
Dangling on the edge of a skyscraper
Looking at the stars, loving you
are you looking at them too
Thinking of my eyes, sky blue?

dangling on the edge of a city tower
plucking rose petals from my flower
wondering
does he love me
Does he not
every petal
Reminds me he forgot

dangling on the edge of heartbreak
Pretending my heart doesn’t ache
Pretending my masked glares aren’t
Longing stares


Does he love me
Does he not
it hurts my heart
So I hate him
And his “maybe not”
Love is hard. Sometimes being vulnerable is the worst part. Whenever I am afraid to love I mask it through hate. please, don’t let your fear ruin the best thing that could ever happen to you
Ella Apr 2019
Hey Alisha
Hey up there
I always wondered
Does heaven have stairs
For you to come down
And whisper in my ear
Trying to tell me
You will always be here

Hey Alisha
Hey up there
I hope you know how much we care
here I am sobbing
Not able to cope
You are part of my family
Part of my home
All I wish, is that you aren’t up
There alone

Hey Alisha
Hey up there
I miss your ice cream flavors
And your long silk hair
The way you make anything
Even homemade chairs

Hey Alisha
Hey up there
I don’t like crying alone
Will you cry with me here
Sometimes I know you
Are speaking near
Telling our hearts
To stop
The heartbreaking tears

Hey Alisha
Hey up there
I know your in a better place
That’s what they all say
But your family needs you
And so do I
None of us wanted to
Say goodbye

But god decided you are too good for us
You deserve to be an angel
Above the dust
So I guess now we must say
Goodbye
As long as your happy

I’ll try not to cry
I miss you. You were a beautiful mother of 7. You will be missed. But I know you are looking down of all of us
Ella Dec 2018
believing when the world crumbles
She won’t crumble with it
The girl in the red dress
A wild horse- a beauty galloping at full speed
Never forgetting her worth or her means
full of fireworks
With a passion overwhelmed
by the aching love of the world
The girl in the red dress
Who is freer then any being
Because she lets herself be
Free
Yet more tied down then she seems
The girl in the red dress
Who will fight ferousicialy for anything
And anyone
To the girl in the red dress
Who has the wisdom of the moon
And the brightness of
The sun
The girl in the red dress is the person I want to be.  She is  the person who is me, but it’s taking me a while to find her vibrancy. This poem is about finding yourself and being brave. One day, I will be the girl in the red dress. I dream of that day.
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