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 May 2014 The Quiet Poet
marjorie
Lie
Don't you ever tell me that you've loved me, because i know you never did.
Give me a place where the sun shines
everyday I'm alive
Where the darkness never finds me
and I can always thrive

Give me a world that loves me
recognizing my gifts
A rocky road that's rewarding
where I can scale the cliffs

Give me a friend that shares with me
the things I am made of
An innocent mind a child’s heart
unconditional love

Give to me the tools I will need
to make it in this land
Then build foundations under me
upon which I can stand

Give me a place where I belong
one I can come back to
Whenever I have strayed too far
away from me and you

Give me a friend who'll guide my steps
so I won't wish to roam
As I'll then share my love with you
in this house we call home


Tate
This I believe is Drake's dream for himself and his mother. How I wish he were my own child as well as my friend. What is there to say of this extraordinary young man that I haven't already said? He is the brightest of light in this world. We choose our family as much as we create them. I saw in him the undeniable desire to dream. Because he is so like me. A mind that wanders the wonders of life at will. I wish you well Drake. May the quest for your hearts desires not be too easy. But instead be fulfilling and rich.
My friend Drake.
 May 2014 The Quiet Poet
madison
sorry,
i cannot save you.

i can barely save myself.
Darling I adore you
You put me to shame though
"So what does depression feel like"*

It feels like trying to run through the sand after you have just climbed out of the ocean.

Like trying desperately to hang on to the merry-go-round spinning out of control.

Like struggling to keep your head above water in a wave pool.

Like trying to climb up a steep slide and slipping down just as you almost reach the top.

Like gasping for air after you've had the wind knocked out of you.

Like having a crush on life knowing life will never like you back.

Do you understand now?
 May 2014 The Quiet Poet
CP
I'm afraid

I'm afraid of being betrayed
By those who I love
So I stand in the shade
I dream of
Better days, unafraid,
Of being dismayed

I'm afraid of being alone
The grey unknown
Has been shown
The darkness is now my throne
My isolation is my crown
It rests upon my brow
I've become a clown

I'm afraid of my self
I sit alone on a shelf
Collecting dust
I want to combust
Who do I even trust?

My fears have moulded to my skin
Each inhale
Can cause me to derail

                                  My tale has made me pale
                                  For my fears are like a veil
                                    I have made my own jail
 May 2014 The Quiet Poet
A
They tell me

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
but I hate you.
Walking under a ladder is bad for the soul
but I like to.
Don't break a mirror you'll have bad luck
I broke them all so I could no longer see.
Don't do drugs
Why?
I was hoping it would **** this monster
in my bloodstream.
Don't inject
I'm dependent on everything else.

Don't cry
but I don't paint my face.
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