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Julie Artemov Jun 2014
did you know...?
that the pencil dulls quickly
and youth spills
like thick slime that's sickly.

did you know...?
that in oxygen hair dies
and hellos are fleeting
so prepare for goodbyes.

did you know...?
that pain is an illusion
and sharp smart *****
just swim in confusion.
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
You cried in battle,
And the earth shook,
Searching for fear...
I only found determination,

Your fingers blocked the fire rain,
Despite you,
My skin invaded,
The ashes seeped into me,

As my teary pupils dilated,
My mouth resisted to speak,
But my mind wailed to the heavens,
While God covered his ears.

You tried to cloak me,
And you were dangerous,
And you were fierce,
And you were beautiful.

I was broken to begin with,
It's not your fault I'm bleeding.
It's not your fault I'm weeping.
It's not your fault I'm dying.

Your attempts were not in vain,
I'll never forget your efforts.
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
I retired as a child,
And came to a conclusion,

My skin was mine to protect,
My mind was my fortress,
My eyes were my windows,
My soul too precious to be yours.
Julie Artemov Jun 2014
When my ****** hands reached the top,
My palms without lines to read,
And my fingertips stripped of identity,
My fragile lungs violently exhaled,
My honest eyes disappointed me,
I had not reached the zenith,
For this was merely the end of the beginning.

— The End —