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Luisa C Apr 2016
you say the moment you get a car
you’ll drive me to the beach at night
so we can lie down and count the stars
i’ll make sure to take down
the prettiest one for you

but i also want to keep it for myself
that way, whenever i miss
gazing into your eyes
i can take a look at the sky's piece
and not feel so alone

it won't shine twice as much
as you do, though.
Luisa C Apr 2016
Rolling ball of yarn
Sometimes just too hard to catch
Even for quick cats

- l.c
Luisa C Apr 2016
Life is but a pair of dice
tumbling aimlessly across the board,

with the absence of fate indulging
in its residents' free choices.

And luck is mere smear of hope
desperate enough to illusion us.
Luisa C Apr 2016
I'm on a slow moving train
Rickety, unsafe; chugging desperately.
Swaying under constant beating rain,
And I sit trapped and sick in pain.

Empty compartments, curtains torn and charred,
Boarded windows, seats worn and scarred
And there's a lock on the door
Where laughter and chatter flitter from the walls;
It becomes louder when we pass
The graveyard

The smoke from the screeching wheels
Dances its sinister rise, and is all that I breathe;
I choke on the fog and water fills my vision
People mistake the invisible devil for air.

And I think, what's scarier?
A train going nowhere with no destination
With my ticket lasting a lifetime
Or a train with an eventual
dead end.
train metaphor depression misery imagery
Luisa C Apr 2016
i know nothing more than the
crippling weight of my self hate
the familiar bitter taste of pity
i spit out in doses as i laugh in mockery
but this time i could learn
how to sink into someone else this time
learn to unpick their seams
to crumble and unravel and fall apart for me

i am burning inside.
don't get too close, you'll feel the scorching heat,
the flames that flicker warning you of the ash to come
i beg you to run away yet strain my hand tighter around yours
(fingertips blackened; a mirror to the soul)
while certain a finger of two is breaking, and not stopping.

i am the embodiment of hurt.
i'm a mess of splattered nonsensical pain
i want you to hate me yet i do not want you
to hate me
or leave me.
i want to leave the fire started in my chest
spreading its destruction
but that would be the desire for something impossible
and that is laughable. like me.
like you ever loving me properly.

because no matter how many salty tears i cry
the pathetic attempt to calm the flames
i only create an ocean we both drown in
i am the anchor to your sinking  bombed ship
pulling you down with me
i am the coat i never want you to take off
even though the heat is overwhelming.
and i want to keep you safe from me
but in my mind, the thought concludes to the action
of adding more layers.
and then the seams
burst.

i am sorry you love me.
an example of one of my typical run-on-sentences pieces during a time my mind is a messy storm of complex thoughts and it's almost 2 in the morning and editing it will take out the extent and rawness and sincerity of it to me so yeah here you i guess a rambling of my stripped back brain (this included)
Luisa C Apr 2016
You need not fear the night
And its sky dipped in darkness
For there still exists the light
Poked through the cloaked canvas

Little pinholes of stars to see through
And touch what still remains;
A shine of something hopeful
No matter how far away
  Apr 2016 Luisa C
Li
don't let your hand
dangle
at the edge of your bed
a monster
might take you
and whisper thoughts
in your head

don't let your hand
dangle
at the edge of your bed
use it to wipe your tears
or to calm your chest

don't let your hand
dangle
at the edge of your bed
keep it close
keep it to yourself
take care of it
until you find someone
worthy
of holding it.
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