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Is it too much
if I asked
only for
your love???
is it too bad
if I love you
more than
what you
deserve???
 Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
Chloe
I simply love blue.
It's the sea we plunge into.
The constellations absently traced.
Tremors of ice around my waist.
Hushed oblivion anchored in sleep.
Fragile tears we openly weep.
Canvas skies with crystal cotton.
Oceanic tides that calm and soften.
Don't be like others, you're unique being yourself.  When people look at you, do they see someone else?
Everyone is different, they are not like how you felt.  It's best not to act like others, but it's good to be yourself.
Your life is like a mirror, viewed for others to see.  When you look in the mirror, can you say, "I can see me?"
By, Author & Poet, Sandra Juanita Nailing
all these years of living outside the city
have turned my heart
rural –

outside of me – the only things
that i can acknowledge
exist separate from who i am and what i feel –

cicadas rub their arteries together, too small not to touch
intimate parts
when laying so close.

they found me
in the midst of my drowning life

and i listen,
they reenact my ***. it's okay, please don't disassociate
because of me

if it keeps you from feeling empty, get full –
swallow the details
even if
it means i'll forget them – i am

far away
from everyone. isolated, weeds like a noose, i ruin
myself first

because i remember far too much.  i
am alone too much

i have nowhere but myself to put the hurtful things.

now afraid –
my heartbeat is the rhythm of
bugs
running from the sole of a pretty shoe. i am

wanting to scream i'm sick i'm sick i'm sick
but only the trees
will hear me –  hold me. i'm sick

and for once
i can't ***** it out. can't bleed it out.
you are what makes me want to die, and what i live for at the same time.
The broken see the world loveless and shattered
They search for their painter, someone to fix parts that are tattered.

But some people forget one thing:
Not everyone wants to be fixed.
you are home,
hungry, tired and
disheveled.
after, a week away.

my world
is once again
complete...

my heart sighs
in quiet relief.
Say it to my face
Not online
Oh you can't
Then just stop
It's that simple
Isn't it?
Validate yourself
On the back
Of someones pain
You're pathetic
I don't know you
That's great
You don't deserve
My time
or My effort
You deserve
What you get
What is that again
Oh that's right
I don't care ...
fight negativity & wasted space
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