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 Dec 2013 McKenna Christine
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!
Loneliness or luckiness,
Mean or meaning:

I don't know anymore.
I'm ashamed to care so much.
i will scream until my throat falls in on itself
falls on all the leftover "I Love You"s and galaxies and the words to our favourite songs
piece by piece my body continues to disintegrate, to implode,
and all i can see is your eyes when you laugh
and the only feeling i can grasp onto is when you kissed me;
how it felt like you were giving me your world.
a world i thought i was living in,
a world i thought i could understand
when in reality, i was sitting on the moon looking down on it,
never able to adjust to your atmosphere/


your face is laced to the back of my eyelids;
even the salt water that rushes behind them
refuses to eat it away.
*******, science./

Baby, all I want for Christmas is a blade inscribed with
"Give me Freedom or Give me Death,"
delivered with a Big Red Bow and
the Scent of Your Cologne.
Liberty is a synonym for Demise and I think
that if you stabbed me through The Heart
it will never hurt as much as when I ripped
It out For You myself.
You tried to place It back in,
but once It's removed,
It will Never Beat
the same way again.
Sprinkle My Blood in the snow
and call it Decorating For Christmas.

running out of feeling can be so relieving
sometimes becoming completely numb is comforting
ive gone through every emotion in the past 24 hours
and i think now i am dead.
dead until another memory jolts me back to reality.
there i am again, sliding my heart under the table to you
but you dont even look up
you dont look at all
you let it fall to the floor
"i broke a glass
thats all mum
im sorry"

im sorry
im so sorry
why wasnt i enough
inadequate
marginalized
who am i
im a ghost with a cigarette heart
i gave it to you
you tasted it
i guess you didnt like the love it was laced with
and you blew it back into my sky


it's true what they say,
never to fall in love with a writer
youll live forever
suffering eternal eyes poring over your
lapses
the way you touch
the way you feel
the way you smell
the way you ---
I love you deeper than the ocean,
farther than fish can swim,
I love you as high as the stars beyond our sky,
oh the happiness that you bring.
Love is such a complicated thing
I just could never understand,
I'd never waste my time on any boys
or let them ever hold my hand.
When I look into your eyes
its not like the others I've ever seen,
when I look in your eyes I see the whole world, I feel as if I'm in a dream.
Is this real? Is it true? I can't even comprehend,
all I know is I dream of being in your arms until the very end.
Time ticks on, the days drag on, and I grow fonder of who you are,
in this dark black sky that is my life, you're the one and only shining star
who guides me through my times of sadness, hopelessness, and despair,
truly without any doubts,
you're the only one who cares.
I've never had a man look at me the way that you do,
it seems as if I'm seeing the world as if it is brand new.
As I lay down before I go to sleep,
I pray to the god above us that my heart, you'll always keep
. I felt like a flower in a vase,
slowly but surely withering away,
but you are the water that was poured into me,
and kept me alive, don't you see?
without you, love, I could not be,
my darling without you, I wouldn't breathe.
without you my love, surely I would cry,
my darling without you, surely I would die.


2013 © O'Brien Devin Brielle
I will love you because I promised it was real
and true love isn't conditional
so I'll pretend we aren't falling apart
and that disappointment isn't my new best friend

I'll pretend it does not hurt
and maybe I'll start believing it
but excuse me if I trip a little on this journey of lies
sorry if i explode every now and then because it become to much
I will clean up any spillage from my heart
and like a good girlfriend
I will tell you
I
Love
You.
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