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 Jan 2014 McKenna Carrig
Kai McC
I cast you off
I say Goodbye
I die inside
 Dec 2013 McKenna Carrig
LF
30 minute shower
20 minutes to do my hair,
Endless time at the mirror
To try and catch your stare.

You see me every morning
And you always say hello
I try to hide that nervousness
So my real feelings do not show.

You ask me simple questions
And i fumble to answer back,
Close my eyes , count to ten
Try to get on track.

My friends all think its crazy
How ive never clued you in
They say if i dont speak up
"How will anything begin? "

Im so much more content
Keeping this inside,
What if it went sour ?
I have too much pride.

So ill stand here every morning
And mutter " light and sweet "
And hope that in another life
You and i could meet .
Blue
Innocence concentrated
Green
Foliage of the hills of forever
Golden
Precious, beautiful
Brown
Divine and thick chocolate
Hazel
All in one

I dare you, next time you go anywhere,
stare into someone's eyes
See what is behind their exterior
Whether it's love, fear, hatred, anxiety
You never know what you might find.
"You're beautiful" he says, his hand sliding down my back
"You're unforgettable" he says, pressing me into the wall
"I need you" he says, his fingertips at my jeans

"Stop" I say, my arms against him
"Slow down" I say, my lips moving away
"Not now" I say, my hand pushing his

"You're a tease" he says
"You're worthless" he says
"Waste of time" he says
slight trigger warning maybe
My obsession lays only with Calvin Klein.
A proper noun with capitals.
A drifting strong aroma.
Another obsession in my world.
Is sometimes somewhat lighter.
I am an obsessed pusher.
Obsessed only with my pen.

If I can create an image well.
Then hell so be it.
Real people I don't like much.
It's only words I wish to touch.
Desire fires obsession.
It's just a bunch of words.

Sweet strawberries so succulent bring words of summertime.
Clouds weigh down around my head
Dark winter days of misery.
Moments when I wish I was dead.
I put my pen to work.
Writing darkness scarily black.
About bursting eyes.
Where no-one dies,
Except emotion cruelly slaughtered.
By the one known only in kindness.
As the smiling devil's daughter
Definitely no relation.
Just the mother of eccentricity.

Kindness in persona.
To be so dark.
That's very rare.
In a heart that's ribbon bound.
I write my words with tender care.
Sometimes, just to remind the world that I am still there.
Moreover, like a hornet.
I cheese you off and get stuck in your hair!
By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Would you ever believe after 9 hours of this being posted I just noticed a typo! Just edited it!
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