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like the flowers in my hair
happy to be picked
happy to stay there
just happy
with being alive
to watch everyone
live their lives
doesnt pass by
without her dandelion smile
hold her under your chin
she'll always shine yellow
and soon you'll see
her sunshine
reflecting off your own smile
that you cant help but have
when shes around
lifts you off the ground
without a sound
never puts you down
without a bed of flowers
to surround
I tuck her in my hair
so shes always near
her words I hear
when shes not even here
sunny streaks
trace my cheeks
all because of her
my wildflower lover
god how I love her
 Apr 2013 Lily Gabrielle
Bianca
I love you
I love your inconsistency,
I love how you ruin my day
and make it up to me
when the moon starts to show.

I love you, I love you, all of you;
All of what's left, and all of what
you could become in the future;
all the scars on your skin
making you lovelier than ever.

I love how you bleed and
how you could hold onto the thorns
that consumed me; I love your innocence
and your childish needs.

I love your mistakes and
our constant arguments,
I love you, I love you being there.
I love how you see me
when I'm at my prettiest;
and when all my troubles build
like walls around my chest;

and you'd sit, you'd stay,
you'd watch, you'd know,
what makes me tick,
what makes me grow,
what makes me run,
what makes me want you more;
I love you, from the surface
down to the core;
I love you,
with all my aching soul.
up so high in a nest
the birdy sings of heading west
doesn't want this life that's been made
laid out so plain
saddled with the guilt and pain
of disappointing the ones who got him there
but looking down the view isn't so scary
and the risk outweighs the wary
of staying
betraying
his dreams
one last night he lets his mother tuck him in to sleep
yet when the moon creeps
across the world
birdy spreads his eager feathers
without a word
and was never heard
from again
hot wax settles
on soft cool hands
we shield ourselves from the wind
with rifts of incense as our armor
leaves us feeling warmer
but that trickle ran to your sleeve
you broke the moment
say you've only had that jacket for a week
you return from your cursing
with hopes of reprieve
silences uncomfortable
he could be there
or not
either way its fine
knows that he enjoys something about me
but doesnt seem to mind
doesnt really care
about it
or anything at all
which is fine
for late nights by the light house
or the living room floor
say we explore
but i wouldnt call it that
its nothing like
staring at the stars
on an abandoned trampoline
wondering who we are
who we cold be
you tell me things about me
im too afraid to see
biking at 5 a.m
skim right by that bus
staring in your eyes
and not being sure of
the feeling i get
so its dismissed
like the bell at 2:30
i see you everytime
locker next to mine
you reach and I decline
but maybe not this time
said id give it a chance
but i ran away
before we could dance
under those tell-tale stars
Gasp,
as her serpent body slides around
your torso, tighter.
She slithers down your throat,
and makes a home in your heart.
Introductions to
greed and gluttony
aren't needed,
you are old friends

turn away and don't acknowledge their presents

Lost
in the fingers of the forest
tangled,
in the darkness
Let the world provide the path.

Grab the darkness.
Pull on the blanket
dusted with sparkles.
Clothe yourself in her gowns.

Chanting,
in the backdrop
that paper is the only green
tangible.
Too much is,
impossible.

We are wallpapered
in green.
She spreads on leaf sheets,
And cleanses us with gold showers.

Fill your thirst
with her salty tears.
Cup your hands
and catch them,
they are here for you.
A letter,
addressed to the soil each time,
to remind us,
that we are not alone
but lonely.

She shares her sadness
Caused by the blindness
to her generosity.

Dive deeper,
As the venom voices
begin to drown out,
lost in the waves
of the tree trunks tracks.
Slip your body under the silence,
drown your lungs
let your ears fill,
don't panic
rest here.
You left
For England
Saturday
An it was raining when you left
An when you got back
It rained still.

And you were gone
For one week
Seven days.
Which is five school days
For me to squeeze through geometry
without you
(And
I
Can
Barely
Survive
With
You)

And Sarah asked
For a Union Jack
T-shirt
And told you
Not to forget.

And you brought it
For her
And
Got
Nothing
For
Me

But you told me
"You didn't ask
But if you want something
I'll get it for you
Next time.
I have to go back in
Six to eight weeks"

And I thought
You would have
Bought me something
Not as a
Souvenir
But
As
An
Apology

For leaving my alone
For a week
To live lonely

And yet
You'll go back
To England across the pond
In
Six
To
Eight
Weeks

Sometimes I doubt you're actually going to England.

Sometimes I forget I have a father.
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