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Meggn Alyssa Apr 2014
No plans for life
No plans for this poem
Meggn Alyssa Apr 2014
What more is there to say?
Meggn Alyssa Apr 2014
Please know little girl
that everything is going to be okay
the lights will shine brighter
and the city will be bigger
so chase your dreams
where ever they may take you
whether it be spotlight or blackout
the pieces will come together
and one day you'll write in your journal how everything makes sense
you don't see it now
and you probably won't see it 5 years from now
but you are just where you're suppose to be
maybe you don't clasp your hands together by your bedside at night
look to the moon
and close your eyes
to speak to the greater of this world
but one day you'll find yourself kneeling before a god
praying, begging, pleading, thanking, laughing, living
and you'll know everything is going to be okay
little girl you are me
and you still have a lot of growing up to do
Meggn Alyssa Apr 2014
with a slender body and slender lies
she twists your words and twists her hair
it's her siren song that pulls you in
the lift of her hips and the lift of her lips
she's a temptress of the most common variety
with an innocent face you can't help but love
her eyes grab your soul as you grab her hand
one day her eyes will turn cold
her heart, ice
she'll never let go
because you are her prey
she's the hunter, the victor
Meggn Alyssa Mar 2014
She's a formless figure
With the sweetest laugh you have ever heard
She's a mute photograph
With the best pick-me-up lines ever uttered
She's a face on a screen that you've only seen twice
But you wait by the phone for her words just the same as if they we're coming through on a phone call
Meggn Alyssa Mar 2014
We can't make it though a normal day
of school and work
We talk at lunch
and "run out of time to eat"
We see things
We hear things
We think everyone is watching us
and we don't sleep at night

Because we're all ******* anorexic
dying with our own hands at our own throats
We're all that type of depressed
that medication won't even help
We're addicted to the things that will be the end of us
because for the night they make us feel so **** alive
We change our personalities
to cope with everyday people
like they are some trauma that sparked MPD
All high school-ers have insomnia
and then we start having delusions
hallucinations without the LSD
Anxiety levels are through the roof
and I think that's all I have to say

We're all going insane to meet the demands of regular life
We're pushing away our favourite foods so we can see our bones
We're resorting to anything that will keep us awake or put us out
Meggn Alyssa Mar 2014
Cut my string,
and let me fly
I'll surf the clouds,
and live a dream
I'll see the world,
from stormy skies
As the giants toss me,
in a game of ball
I'll capture memories,
in my flapping bows
Someday I'll bring them,
home to you
But first cut my string,
and let me fly
I can't stand another moment,
wrapped around hands,
tangled in trees,
forgotten in the outside,
stored away until you want to play

So
cut my string
and let me fly
K is for kite.. one big metaphor
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