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 Mar 2019 Michelle E Alba
Drake F
"I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk"
 Mar 2019 Michelle E Alba
Kelly
In darkest times of darker nights
the cold impounds my legs
I've curled within myself again
And satisfied the pain
Tense corners of the feign drawn air
the power hidden plea
And all I care to delve in now
is how it's taken me
So flexed in shaded hell bound grips
I'm biting hard in vain
In one swift motion,
stifled moans
My life seeps down the drain
It’s always hardest for me
To be creative when I’m happy
Because I just,
I dunno,
Want to enjoy the moment
And then relive it over
(and over)
And over again
Blushing at how nervous I was
Giggling at memories of snarky quips
And fighting grins
Because those memories
Are the best I can do
have to pay those bills keep us distracted
tell us the facts that are contracted
reversed it but none reacted
to the knowledge they say they lack it
accept or deny read between the line
instead get drunk and sip some wine
don't worry it will be fine
there is plenty of twine
to wrap us and define
who we are
your shoes your hair your car
what you eat and drink at the bar
you reach for the star
the rest don't exist
yet still you persist
to attend feeling mist
soaked and covered you twist
turn and want to yearn
you feel it in you and burn
the chances you have scorn
you want to learn
to make money and then
do the same again
just let me know when
you want to wake up and begin
to see there is more
that this life isn't a chore
don't let them bore
into your mind so you're their *****
I remember the days of just wanting to play
Not wanting to sleep and wishing to stay
Up so late the day never went away
I was just a kid who didn't get pay

Money clothes and style I had none of those
Verbal communication overnight rose
Misunderstood by the day as it goes
My speech impaired by the no's

Respect what a dream that was
Friends and best friends is what one does
I had some on that day that was
Before I was left alone because one does

Like an effort I was lost
Like a dam at what cost
I was filling up and tossed
Back to a smile glossed

To nothing I move on
To nothing I hold on
To no one I could call on
To no one I could lean on

Just my childhood before middle school
Before I could realize I'd become another fool
I would end up repeating being the tool
Wanting to be liked to be cool

Taken years to finally awake
To realize most ******* people make
The pain they cause and partake
That most are just fake

I would go on and on
If I say to much they will come on
Those emotions I hate on
Will soon be gone

Don't Worry I Stay Strong
In a single breath is a vortex
A spiral in text
A pi comes next
Reset and rest
Hear what you see
See what you hear
The difference will be
Uncertain and unclear
Mix things up
From the bottom to the top
Pour into a cup
Watch the bubbles pop
When you notice
You may stop
You know the vice
Wringing the mop
Drying you leaving residue
You are tired not renewed
Bought your own view
That seems askew
Crooked like the morning
Some can squint and glare
The glasses their putting
On to feel better unaware
Can you hear it
You ingore everyday
Can you feel it
Flowing in everyway
Not all connections
Need contacts
Just position
Positivity it can react
soon oh so soon
i shall look to the moon
to the stars on a cool afternoon

waking to flowers that bloom
smelling hope not the doom
for the earth is our room

belonging to everyone not whom

puts a flag
scores of bags
full with the bodies
an worthless commodities
not fit for the degrees

that pass in a breeze
make way of the trees
to wipe the **** from your knees

we're kneeling again
lost our own origin
thinking out our ***

speak of the crass
headless can pass
our eyes are fixed on the cash
Hal(s) edes that is the title capitalized and lower case separated. Look up the meaning for your own enjoyment.
I'm hyperventilating at the titillating notion
That when there was love in the air
We should have taken deeper breaths
The wind is warm in the summer
Each passing breeze is seamless
And lacks any lenience
Short gusts reveal its grievance
But upon inhale I can still taste its sweetness
I exhale
And with it a kiss
A small wisp whispers a wish
I pluck a single leaf from my tree
Untainted and pristine
An unfathomable green
Hold it within my folded hands
The wind shifts as if to say
Keep it
But I release it anyway
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