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I want to put you in front of a mirror
And watch you watch yourself
But if you asked me to take your place,
I'd refuse.
I've got too many flaws; most you've no idea of.
And if you put me under that light,
you'd turn away.
Disgusting.
You think you know me, but I don't even know me.
Every single day
I find another flaw in that mirror.
Some are non erasable.
Others are changeable.
I'm terrified one day I'll step in front of that mirror
and fall to the ground.
I never cease to surprise myself,
But an even greater fear-
surprising you.
Old forest smells
dead leaves
mist.
A rain of yellows, reds and oranges
Falling to the Earth
Moss creeping,
creeping ever so slowly,
Up tree trunks to catch a glimpse at the suns fleeting
rays.
Brook bubbling gently,
ever so gently along the rocks, wearing them down creating new stone identities.
Soft sunlight lingers long enough to light the way home until the pale
glow of moonlight takes up the unceasing burden.
Forever,
Slithering
Down
Like
Vines
Of
*****
Ivy.
Here is a letter to you,
I’m sorry it’s been awhile, I've had things to do
I've had people to see
and things to eat
places to go
and deadlines to meet
things to watch
songs to sing
dances to dance
chances to take
and mistakes to make
things to be said
and hearts to break
minds to swirl
and brains to quit
tears to wipe away
I’m sick of this ****
I’m lost and confused, dreading and feeling blue
So I thought I’d write this letter to you
because maybe,
just maybe,
you’d know what to do
Looking out the window
I wait.
For your old black truck.
With the little noose
hanging from the rearview mirror.

Waiting.
For you to come back.
To tell me you love me.
Or for revenge.

Either way.
You'll **** me in the end.
So I just wait.
Sometimes i sit and think about life and all of its scares,
And i notice i dont really care about where we go or when we die,
Cause i know we all get our chance to fly, High above soaring free,
The weight of the world is gone and its only me,
Flying around through the clouds knowing i am under my control,
Weightless and free from my troubles and worrys they pass me by,
Because this is my time to fly.
Her parents weren’t there to cry
The day that sleeping beauty died.
First Dad, then Mother, slipped away
as their comatose daughter slept each day.
Through forty two years of dreamless sleep
Her loving family did their promise keep.
A drug reaction was the cause
of her coma irreversible.
By the power of
Unconditional love
The faint flickering flame
Of life stayed possible.
Until today did beauty lie.
Until today did life endure.
Today she smiled and opened her eyes
Only then did beauty die..
Based on the story of Edwarda O’Bara, a Florida woman, who went into a diabetic coma in 1970 and was cared for at home by her family until, Yesterday, she passed away
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