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 Feb 2015 Ordinary
mja
deafening
 Feb 2015 Ordinary
mja
it's not my fault
if i don't hear you
whenever you talk to me

why the pounding in my chest
is the only thing i hear

or why the butterflies
are nothing
compared to the entire animal kingdom
i feel inside me

but i'm sorry,
nonetheless.

what were you saying?


-m.j.a
 Feb 2015 Ordinary
Chaotic Jayy
The first thing you notice is I'm different and you wonder what it is i want out of life. You might see my scars and softly whisper "did you use a knife?" and I'd quickly turn away, in fear of humiliation. And you'd understand because words are not always needed for communication. And you'd try to give me a fancy speech on how it wouldn't help asking me what the motive was, sharply I'd reply "and if it does?!" And I'd turn away once again and offer my apologies, you'd ask me what's my sign, and I'd ask what sadness had to with astrology. Then I'd peak up and quietly mumble "Leo" and you'd say "ahh a warrior, a king, a hero", and that's when you saw the sorrow in my eyes,  "but Kings shouldn't cry" and I'd shout "well humans shouldn't lie!" And in that very moment you will know that I'm hurt, I'm damaged, just broken. You'd see that even when the words haven't been spoken. You might wonder how I got such a chaotic brain. I'd tell you blame it on the chemicals rushing through my veins  And if while we're in deep conversation and you ask me what's the strongest drug I've ever tasted, I'll look deep into your eyes and I'd tell you her name. and you'd probably look at me in confusion and think that I'm insane. And sadly, you're probably right, because love does that to a person. But see, read closely, and you'll find, love is not the most addicting drug, no the strongest drug is the human mind. And the tears will start to fall as i mumble her name again. You'd quickly grab my hand and question if she was a friend. Breaking down, I'd try to explain the emotions that i felt. " an unbearable pain, i helplessly watch as my heart slowly melts" it's like a bittersweet euphoric pain, and i die a little more each time i say her name. And even without rain, my days are always long and cold, because it wasn't just my heart and sanity, she also stole my soul.
 Feb 2015 Ordinary
Liz And Lilacs
He fell in love,
With the idea of her.
But he realized too late
that ideas aren't people
and they never do
what you expect.
People aren't things to dream about.
People are imperfect beings
And they don't fit into
Your misunderstood notions.
Foolish ideas, foolish emotions,
Now he's her fool,
Juggling his own life
For her entertainment.

— The End —