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 Jul 2014 Megan Grace
brooke
i sometimes wish
we had made love
so that at least you'd
have one redeeming
thing to say about me
but maybe I'm just
that crazy one who
told you she hated
you.  

is that what you tell people?
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
 Jul 2014 Megan Grace
brooke
you left
at sunrise
while I had
my head turned
and disappeared up
the mountains, I went
looking for you in Nepal
even down dark hallways
where I wouldn't normally
spend my dreamstate, I'm
spending my alone time
looking for you, but
you're always leaving
already gone, sharing
yourself in New Mexico.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
not likable

words so warm always turn cold
the moment they touch the air around us

not sure if i regret them when i hear them out loud
or when i see them register in ****** expressions

i can’t relate
i hope you don’t mind the space
i feel so detached from everything around me
 Jul 2014 Megan Grace
brooke
that acrylic portrait you painted of
me is in the garage because it kept
falling off the wall as your ghost
moved silently through the halls
and unhinged the nails, you stood
in this room and opened the windows
blew the frames down and told me
to forget about you.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
Hide me from these false hopes of life cycles
for they are tempting quietude.

I don't care who I was in my previous life,
as long as I can make this one work.

Take away these choirs of chaos,
for they become mad kings.
And I refuse to be their hymn.
I don't know where I am going.
we seesawed on sallow vines,
it gripping the crux of me
mid-swing,
pioneering through overcast intuition,
yet seemingly nearer to the light.
There are so many times that I base my reactions only on my own perspective, no matter how smart I think I am  handling" it" and we're creating our own functionality. I'll have epiphanies at times when answers seem simple, and then it changes as if the light is always in my peripheral reach. We learn every day through new experience, but each of us experiences differently and has one's own interpretation, which is why it seems to me, that nothing is solid. Even scientific fact changes as the world moves on. It doesn't wait on others to finally notice, try as we might to keep up.
-just a scattered rant.
concealing the smiles
to seem less eager to please
in a smoke filled garage, you're holding
a can of beer that seems to be
sweating even less than i am
maybe it's nervous to meet your
lips, too

this is a night that leaves you
weak in your knees and begging
for just one more hand to brush
against your shoulder as it's
trying to route around you
to find the perfect spot on
the pool table, and that's
the only form of in-the-way
you're going to be tonight

they like you
don't worry
today, someone interacted with me who i thought i wasn't good enough to talk to.
it brought me back to the night i spent at their house, feeling like a real human being instead of a dark pit of self hate and embarrassment.
i wrote this to remind myself and others that isolating yourself doesn't get you anywhere. don't look for love for yourself in others, but you'd be surprised how many people actually enjoy you and your company. live.
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