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It's a Sunday night and you
watch the stars shine so bright
getting lost in them that it makes
your life seem alright for the moment

when your eyes leave the sky reality strikes and
you're back to that hell hole of a life where dreams
continue to die

Sometimes its had to get by day by
day with a fake smile on your face
in love with the darkness because no
one can relate

Sometimes it’s nice to sit in the rain.
Even to just relieve the pain
I dream of happiness, a life without pain,
but everyday it's a shame

life is short and very frail.
living in a world filled with
changes each and everyday

Every year i hope for a change
that never comes
I don't know when to let go.
All I know is I'm in it for the journey,
To give me more and more.

I believe more in my heart than my mind.
That i'll have that dream and be happy again
There's this secret I've been holding on to for far too long
It makes my heart heavy
like a bridge with a ton of cars.
My heart is in a cage surrounded by bars
as my heart gnawed trying to break free
Sometimes I found myself filled with dismay at all the chances
I had to speak but I didn't have the
courage to say because I was weak.
I've been in love with you for 4 years and I hope that you feel the same way.
But it's a little to late now to know
because you're resting in peace...
Since you've been gone I've learned to tell
people how I truly feel and to not wait so **** long..
take my hand and give me your power to do something
I'm tired to feel hopeless, I want to feel fearless
crying like a cascade, never stopped over a decade
it's going to be worse, so please stay close.

take my hand and promise me the moon
so we can both smile at impossible abduction in the sky
look at me and tell me that I count
or
it will be fine, love
therefore, hold my hand and don't let go.
From the perspective of
A girl whose demons escaped
Through red ribbons sewn on wrists,
And whose thoughts wished to follow
The drain that contained them;*

Stop glorifying your shame,
Your ****** poems do nothing
To stop the pain and tears
Are not beautiful. No love
Will ever suffice, except
Yours.

*From the perspective of
A survivor whose smile reflects
The love of her name, and never
Ceases to see from what place
She came.
I close my eyes;
Satin tree breath gently
Tousling my hair in the middle
Of a green ocean; A bright
Globe of smiles placing
One on my face.
I see voices all around me,
Music stretching its legs
While colors dance tauntingly
Around it.

I open my eyes and laugh
At the way I've chosen to see
The world today.
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