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Julie Watson Nov 2011
Drip, drop, drip
Spills the blood
Sip, sob, slit

Silly you, for thinking all was
Dandy with skies of blue.
Don’t ever let it happen again.

My eyes are a gorgeous shade of green,
Thanks to the redness that swells behind them
Kind of close to the redness I hold somewhere else

Would that burn be quickly erased?
Without a trace? Probably not.
I lay here and shake
And shake, and shake, and shake.
Until everything I have that’s good, is gone.

Hungry, with no effort to move my mouth
Tired, with no desire to sleep
Cold, with not wanting any kind of comfort

Choke, cough, cry
I can’t even breathe right
Don’t know how to calm down

Ring, click, spit
I wish I could forget it
Itch, sniff, shiver

Lip quivers.
Goodbye.
Julie Watson Nov 2011
MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
You got me to cry, you yelled until I did.
                        You love it, don’t you? I can tell.
You got me to feel like I’m worth nothing.
You got me to hurt myself, again.
You got me to think I’m a failure.
You got me back in the state of mind
                        Where I just want to die.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
You got me to hate your guts.
You got me to swear never to come back.
You got me real excited to leave here forever.
                        You wonder why I like being everywhere
                        but here?           THIS IS WHY.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
You got your son to hate you no matter what.
You got your wife afraid to stop you.
Your children are terrified of you.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
You left, again.
You don’t think any of us would LOVE to do that too?
I would. If you didn’t still have control over me.
He would. If he didn’t still have four years here,
                        Living with the monster.
She would. If when she came back you didn’t still
                        Scream at her more.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
You proved me wrong.
I thought things were getting better between us.
I guess that was too much for you.

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED.
Congratulations, jack ***.
I hate you.
Julie Watson Nov 2011
I Know exactly what got me here.
Don’t Think twice for a second.
Trust Me, when I say I’ll be okay with
Myself Eventually. Right now I feel
Alone There are
Too Many thoughts racing.
Many More than ever before.
Sharp Images.
Things Are shaky, they never seem clear
To The eyes of the beholder.

Cut Out the good,
With Just one try.
Capsules Of happiness
To Make all the nightmares disappear. You just have to
Swallow Back into the real. I’ll tie these feelings with a
String And allow them
To Hold up everything on display.
Tie The knots, and the bows
Around The times, that
My Heart held dear. Like the necklace around my
Neck That I hold when things aren’t clear.
Julie Watson Nov 2011
How many times
Can I wish to hate you?
The stories in the music
Have never felt so real.
Blinded by laughter,
I know I’m not alright.
But keep me from envisioning
For the rest of my life.
Let me drown tonight.
Into the beats that play,
Into the sleep that consumes,
Into the changing life
That is swirling and becoming mine.
Better at this and more of that.
Just let me close my eyes
And cry tonight.
Comfort, compassion,
What is it really?
I just want to curl up and have
Someone be by my side.
Everything is so different,
But I’m the one who walked here.
Old times, loud cheers,
And for what?
I rest with one hand on my heart
And the other on the pillow.
Who am I?
And where am I going?
Is what I thought was real?
Or is this what growing up is;
Fading away from childish dreams.
From hopes that were happening.
Hot flash with a freezing bite.
Daydreams and night dreams.
If I flew across to find you,
Would you come out and see me?
Goodbye little girl, who wanted the world.
Welcome risky business.
Move to the beat and get lost right now.
One thing I wish is for the feelings
And the memories to not fall down too far.
Julie Watson Nov 2011
Anticipating and longing
For that next first kiss

Tingling butterflies and
Unavoidable smiles

Face tilted down, but
My eyes would stare up into yours

Hands held. A little thing
That puts me on top of the world

Sweet hugs that never seem
To last long enough

But still give me the bliss of
Being held in your arms

Dreams of cuddling on couches,
Just embrace me

A satisfying sense of belonging,
Being safe, and being loved

I find you, your laugh and
Your grin, utterly adorable

Your silliness sparks and lights a
Fire inside of my soul

I beg for the brush of
Your whisper against my neck

Awaiting for a someday to
Finally appear

So maybe you’re not ready to settle,
To commit completely

Neither am I. But we can stay and
Enjoy each other for the time being

No one wants to be alone,
So come on over to my side of the room

Wrap that arm around me and
I’ll kiss you on the cheek

I don’t know the
Story behind the face

But you could pleasure me with
Your voice and tell me everything

Feelings and thoughts
Inspired by you

But will I ever let them meet
The influencing personality?

Maybe. But you’ll have to
Ignite the chase
Julie Watson Nov 2011
The cheese stands alone
Sits alone and cries alone
She tells her guitar her troubles
It’s not so much the fact
That some don’t want to
It’s just that no one does
She walks on a crimson line
Tossing and turning
Trapped in her nightmare
She shouldn’t complain
But she can’t continue to pretend
She made a promise to herself
And she intends to keep it
Although, it could be stupid too
It could be a waste of time,
Energy and a loss of experience
There are two promises now
Semi-conflicting, but also the same
Rushed with stares and smiles
If she wanted to just run away
Could she head on over to your place?
The strange but familiar substance
Isn’t something to fear, especially
While new, close and
Compassionate friends are near
She needs to sit back, breathe and
Start to believe in the present
It’s like these good things are slipping
Through her fingers, sinking in quicksand
But no one is leaving
It’s all in her head, her stupid head
She rides in cars and then all of the sudden
That song comes on
Flashback memories of the one
And so she doesn’t really know what to do now
Slams on the guitar and races the car
Nothing matters, but everything does
What she would do to just be special
Man, whatever.
Julie Watson Nov 2011
One fun and flirty
Cute and reminds me of
Someone else
But only in the good ways.
Goofy kid, great laugh
Always lots of fun to have
With him.
                                                          T@K3N
One quite ridiculous in
Every fantastic way possible
Crawling in smiles
Connection as best
Not needing more intentions
From him.
                                                          T@K3N
One unfamiliar
With a mysterious composition
I see, I hear,
And that’s as much as I know
About him.
                                                          T@K3N
One from stranger
To even stranger
Repressed and second guessed
Friendly face
But that’s all that’s left
Of him.
                                                          T@K3N
One like this
Dreams, wishes, hopes
Crash? Burn? Tumble?
What if my imaginary
Walls crumble?
Who are you now and
Is there even a god?
Other things consume
Him.
                                                          T@K3N
And then she appears
Out of the darkness
Holding her fears
Swarmed in tears
Pleading for emotion
But knowing it’s no good here
And therefore she resumes
Without a him.
                                                          N0T T@K3N
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