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L Marie Mar 2016
Education, they say
Sets free the mind
Only it has, ironically
Imprisoned mine.
I have lost my heart
Somewhere on this path,
Leaving my mind
Alone, in wrath
As it struggles to
One day forgive itself,
Then comes to dwindle
Through grief; it wilts.
L Marie Mar 2016
I keep wasting time
Trying to fix my choices
By building on them
Through worse choices
Instead of burying
The hatchet
Once and for all
And making a new choice
That is actually
What I want
And does not reflect
Who I was
In what feels like
A thousand years ago.

I need to plant
The next seed.
L Marie Mar 2016
If only I could lock my lips shut,
Toss the key into the deepest well
And pray nobody ever finds it
So I may hide away in my hell.

Each word that leaves my tainted lips is
Drenched in a poison designed to ****;
If not ****, it'll torture you worse
Than death itself, against my own will.

I wish I exhaled an angel's breath,
My true intentions are genuine
However, there's a demon sitting
On my tongue that always seems to win.
L Marie Mar 2016
It
Her hands smelt sweet
As they were clammy with sweat
And she wrapped them gently
Around my nose and mouth.
She stood behind me
Protecting me with ferocity
And I leaned in, heavy
Against her thin frame.
He was coming now,
His tall shadow cast out
By the light from the hall.
I shivered, she whispered,
“When I say go, run.”
I nodded, my body frozen
And it couldn’t have been
More than a few seconds
Until I heard her yell
And before I knew it, I was
Sprinting, abandoning her,
And I heard her scream loud,
As though she was being mauled
By a wild beast and I whimpered.

“TAG, YOU’RE IT!” he yelled.
The game was over, so
I turned around and ran back,
Only to begin another round.
L Marie Mar 2016
It has been years
But I found an old
Birthday card you
Sent me when
I just turned seven
Wishing me luck,
Health, and a
Long life.

You never were blessed
With any of that
But you didn't know that,
We didn't know that
Yet.

It was written
In your favorite color
Blue, that is also
My favorite color,
In squiggly cursive,
P.S. you hope I get the card
And you hope it has
The $20 in it;
You never trusted
The postal service.

I forgot that $20 was there
So I never spent it;
Fourteen years later,
My finger tips
Pinch it tight
Once again
And with tears streaming
Down my cheeks, I read:
"Buy yourself something pretty".
I can't buy you back.

It's like I lost you
All over again.
L Marie Mar 2016
All I am is a number
On a computer screen,
Three point seven nine,
Slowly going down
And all you are
Is a can of cheap beer
That you chug, chug, chug
Just to break my heart,
It seems.
You think I’m a criminal
But I said no to the cigarette,
I said no to the drugs,
I said no to the shady crowd
And I hang on to a boy
Who treats me like you treat me
Sweet when I behave
But never going out of his way
Since I’m not worth it
And I treat him
The way I treat you
With hopeful, bright eyes
Lying to myself
Maybe tomorrow
He’ll love me.
L Marie Mar 2016
Don't you be ashamed
Of your heart of gold;
If they don't catch it,
It'll break their toes!
With a hefty density of 19.32 grams per cubic centimeter
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