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I always wanted
An older sibling
Or at least
Somebody
Anybody
Who'd protect me
Forever and
Ever

I always got jealous of
People who had older sisters
Because they had someone
To share things with
Who could relate to all these
Girl problems

I always thought
People with older brothers
Were really cool,
Someone to stand up for them
Protect them till the end

I watched movies with siblings
And I ended up crying and crying
Because they had
Somebody

All my life
Sure
I've had
Imaginary friends that
Somewhat cared for me
But sometimes I wished

I really did have
Someone to hug me
I really did have
Someone to share my burden
I really did have someone to
Understand

I have friends so close
I call them "sisters"
But who am I kidding

I won't ever have a sibling
I won't ever
Truly
Have that
Somebody

And so
All I can hope for
Is a
Dog
I lay here every night
Talking to non-existent voices
And they always understand,

Sometimes they'd laugh along,
Other times they'd cry so long;
Sometimes they are really loud
Other times quietened by a shroud.

But sometimes I wish
There'd be this
Other bed with
Another girl or boy
Probably older than I
And he/she would be down there
Nodding or
Getting an anxious look on
The face

And when they hear me out,
They'd rush towards me and
Grab hold of me in their arms
Repeating over and over again
"It's okay, I'm here. It's over..."

And I would truly
Have felt warmth and love
And I'd really be able to have
A real shoulder
To cry on

And maybe, then I wouldn't have to
Pretend every day and every night
That I have this
Warm loving family in my head
And though they disagree quite often
They'd still stick together
No matter what

Maybe then
I wouldn't have to
Cry writing this poem
Just wishing
Once again
I had a

Somebody
Happiness*
Is just a ****
Side effect

A side effect of helping
A side effect of loving
A side effect of tragedy

The calm sea before
The raging storm;
The mirage before
The sudden realization

You see,
Happiness exists
But the search for it
Spoils everything
 Sep 2013 Laura Stridiron
Ajay
I was only four
When you first left me alone;
I cried in my sleep.
I'll always

see
your eyes closed
like chapel doors.

feel
your hands on my hips.
never thought you'd
explore heaven so early

hear
you pray
to someone who, 'sure as hell
ain't God.
Didn't really want to post this out of respect
but goin' for it anyways.
Evil Tales

So you think, you know who I am,
I killed Mary, and ate her little lamb.
I killed Goldilocks and ate the three bears,
then dumped the porridge down the stairs.
I pushed Humpty Dumpty off that wall,
I'm the reason for his great fall.
I'm the one who killed Bambi's mother,
that deer tasted like no other.
I put the poison in Snow White's apple,
the blood from the seven dwarfs,
I put in every red Snapple.
I chopped off all of Rapunzel's hair,
yes I know that wasn't fair.
I'm the father of Cinderella's step sisters,
after midnight I gave her some cold sore blisters.
I put Sleeping Beauty fast asleep,
then ran her over in my new Jeep.
Georgie Porgie kissed the girls and made them cry,
that is the reason, he had to die.
Little Miss Muffet ate her curds and whey,
it was my spider who had a Muffet buffet.
Jack and Jill went up the hill,
I pushed Jack down and gave Jill a thrill.
Little Red Riding Hood went to Grandma's house,
then the big bad Allen pulled up her red blouse.
The Three Little Pigs never had a chance,
I huffed and puffed and ate pork til I **** my pants.
This old man, he played one,
knick, knack, paddy whack,
then my dog ate his thumb,
There was an Old Woman who lived in a shoe,
then one day, I filled it with crazy glue.
I killed Santa, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy,
inside my head is very, very scary.
Beneath my bed I placed some bread
and on it spread some jam
added some cheese and mushy peas
salami eggs and ham
a blob of sauce mustard of course
and relish three days old
some chips and dips and cherry lips
and baked beans full of mold
there's water cress and what a mess
of earwax and a scab
my used band aid from second grade
and frogspawn from the lab
I topped it off with lager froth
and nose hairs from the sink
and if you thought the food was bad
don't ask what's in his drink.
An old repost after reading A bedtime story by Laura Stridiron go read it
You told me you were into me, and I told you I was into poetry
And it's those one liners you pull out of your *** that really get to me
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