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Mary Allard Oct 2018
like buying new shoes
finding what clinical issue
fits right
to describe what i am feeling
when i cry every night
  Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Sarah Isma
I've always loved adele,
her music, the tones and melodies,
the way the words in her lyrics work so well,
I was fifteen,
she was my soul,
until my family sat silent in the car,
and a tear goes down my mother's cheek,
and my father's hands gripped the steering wheel,
that's when adele came on,
and how fire was set to the rain,
i had never really understood the pain,
but i know one thing,
adele was singing about going away,
and my mother had her ticket ready for the next plane,
and in that moment i realized,
love, no matter in marriage,
love is just such a foolish game.
-i promised myself i won't let it blind me,
and for i will never be truly the same.
"But there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true
And the games you play
You would always win, always win" -set fire to the rain, adele
this much i knew how my parents are burning and how it left scars on all of us, and not just them.
  Oct 2018 Mary Allard
Sarah Isma
I’ve now grown and I turned out alright
But one day I came to realize
That this was not a smooth flight
And the scary things that I saw
Is the reason why I held on to my seat so tight
Now here are the few things
That made me hate this horrible, terrible ride
        The fact once you realize
that your parents are sometimes never right.
To see that they are flawed beings, with broken wings and ****** mistakes.
To realize the truths and the smiles they fake,
Growing up to see only the image portrayed- was only for your sake.
They hide the tears and shower us with laughters
They told us joyful stories and happily ever afters,
But just as soon as i grow
Only now that I understand they were telling their own dreams,
        That had slipped right out their fingers
So ask me what’s the saddest part growing up?
To see the hollow sadness from the two people,
who once i thought was happiest.
i never really knew how much things could effect parents, the slightest action i could now see their subtle response- i understand now. Its just the fire in them burning out, only dim enough for them to keep me going- so i don't burn out too.
Mary Allard Oct 2018
"the body is a temple"
but i can never leave
the walls they heave
the floor it shakes
underneath my weight
i am trapped
inside this prison
and they have the nerve
to call these cells
"a temple"
Mary Allard Oct 2018
in the corner of the library
atop smooth, white tiles
lied a girl curled and primed,
who hadn't heard of a smile.
she sat there and pondered
what it means to know love
to have a warm hand to hold
and be free as a dove.
deep in the shadows
the princess did wait
with no prince to save her
it became too late.
Mary Allard Oct 2018
beautiful things
are always the problem
beautiful people
always turn out so rotten
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