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Margo May Dec 2014
because i know what can happen, i've heard the stories of death,
so just in case, tonight, if i take my final breath,
before i wake,
Lord please take,
my soul.
and let him know
that i have always loved him.
going downhill skiing for the first time tonight...
Margo May Dec 2014
with her laced-up combat boots
and her blue denim vest
she roared like a lion
wherever she went,
her eyes contained
an unusual fire
and in her heart
she had the aspire-
ready
determined
and unstoppable,
she set out to conquer the world,
and she did.
Margo May Nov 2014
my constant corner
is at the back
on the elevated platform
next to the drums
where there is just enough room for
the drummer
and the bassist.
where there is just enough room for
the drummer
and me.

your normal nook
is at the front
of the regular stage
between the keys and electric
where there is plenty of space for
the vocalists and
the guitarists.
where there is plenty of space for
you.

it's as if we're separated
by a musical fence
we're never placed next to each other
because it just wouldn't make sense,
but i guess last wednesday
was the exception.

i arrived early and you were already there
you told me that we'd be next to each other, how rare!

we talked
we tuned
we plugged in
and very soon
we were playing music.

we ran through the set list
which consisted
of three songs,
we exchanged smiles
all the while
we kept the music going strong.

at one point
during the bridge
of song two,
you needed help with the chords
and it was really loud
so i leaned in close to you.

i yelled the note names
as my fiery fingers played through
the progression,
your eyes said it all
and deciding to fake it
was your confession.

later on-
i continued to help with chords
you kept me from being bored
you smiled at me
when we
returned to that bridge.

at the end-
to the stage our team returned
and that is when i learned
as the pastor closed in prayer
that maybe you do care...

looking at me
you held your arm out
wanting me to join you at your side.

and so i did.
memories at church with my best friend <3
Margo May Nov 2014
everytime i think of you
i have to remind myself
that your feelings for me are
nonexistent.
it's easier said than done,
but i know i need to let go
and maybe someday you'll be
persistent.
Margo May Nov 2014
the season has begun
and tonight was oh so fun
it was the first dinner of many
we had turkey a plenty
yet there was only one lone
wishbone.
i knew right then and there
and maybe it wasn't fair,
that i had to be the one to break
i had to be the one to make
a wish and hope for it to
come true.
so i grabbed one end
and it started to bend,
i couldn't believe my eyes
when in my hand was the bigger size
which means my wish about you
will possibly come true.
Margo May Nov 2014
dear uncle,
i began flipping through old photos
and was reminded of you.
it has been over a year
but right now my:
eyes are filling with tears
heart is breaking into pieces
lungs can't get enough oxygen
body wants to shut down.

i took you for granted
i pushed you away
i'm the worst niece because
i ignored you everyday,
even when i remembered
to pray.

i thought you would break through
i thought you would break free
i know it was an accident
but can't you see,
how it's hurt everybody,
including me.

it's hard to believe
it's hard to understand
you came to church with us three days before
but things don't always go as planned,
and i was too worried about me
to even shake your hand.

i wish i could go back in time
i wish i could be genuine
let you know that i love you
because maybe then,
i wouldn't have these regrets
and be stuck here with only my pen.

i know where you are
i know you're in a better place
but it feels like so long
until i get to see your face,
again.
really missing my uncle right now...
Margo May Nov 2014
sitting here
en la clase de español cinco
listening to the strangest music
while we’re supposed to write about
war
and art.
but it’s friday
y nadie quiere estar aqui
listening to the strangest music
while we’re supposed to write about
war
and art.
no motivation to write this spanish essay...
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