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medy Nov 2021
I will water your summer drought
From my tears that come about
My raging fire of wrong
Will keep you warm all winter long
An in Spring
I'll be the bird to sing
in autumn i will have no leaves
But you will be the one who believes
I will be with you all seasons long
medy Dec 2020
I thought home was a house
I thought family was blood
And a fiend was a human
I thought water only causes a flood
My house is some where I love
My family is my art
My friend is an animal I love
A flood can be made of emotions
A person can be made of sadness
Or only the feeling of numbness
A smile hides the most broken
Or a scar shows the bravest
A love of madness
Or a being there is maybe the safest
medy Dec 2020
A bird can fly
If you fall don't cry
Open your wings
Once you learn you will experience wonderful things
A swing gives us the experience to feel to fly
The back and forth pull birds try
The feeling of innocents and free
Where wonderful tings can be
I was on a swing swinging when i made this poem.
medy Dec 2020
They think I can be saved
Love was once what I craved
I did the equations
Now I know where I belong
Not where I was once
It's far long
Past me like pain
For they joy of rain
You's and me
I no longer see
Family is without me
The wounded wolf cub
I would lie you see
But your family without me
The love that was deceived
Our equation is negative
But my love was always postive
Thats the equation of me
This poem is about me and my family. They have  made me hurt as I have been one of the major black sheep's. I was the only one move out of the house. And the one who clings to the love of her art. I do poetry but i also draw and started nearly the age of 7. I
medy Dec 2020
I thought our bracelet showed our bond
That finally I belonged
Now I see you again
I see I no longer belong
I feel a swelling pain
Now that you have moved on
I want to burn it
But I really cherish it
I wish we were one
Once more
I would cherish it as much as I do
Giving a reason for more sore
I'm sorry i was not that friend
Now that it has snapped to an end
This poem is about a bracelet I recently lost. My sister gave it to me one day now when I see her she hangs around one of my other sisters. This other sister is a reason why my child hood was hell. I miss having a bound with one of my family members.
medy Dec 2020
I wish my heart could feel
As much as my wheels turn
When people or things vanish
I wish memory's could burn
I wish love ones where a phoenix
So they could arose from there ashes
I wish we felt the same pain
Like a linked pair of lashes  
And die as one
Instead of living when your done
I don't want to feel this heart fever
When you have gone away
I wish we were linked
So together we stay
medy Sep 2020
Mirror mirror on the wall
Whose the first to fall
Fighting fire flies
And threatening knives
Burning stars
And battle scars
Bold bruises
And dark knights
Drowning blood
And torcher light
Raging fire
And ashes fight
So mirror mirror on the wall
Who is the last to call
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