The moor was dense But the film was loose and my blistered heel broke the surface and paralleled your cry, ringing. reverberation was never so kind in this fog, and it swallowed you. Mist licked my open eyes.
Inspired by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Homes: The Adventure of the Priory School
Alone she stands in the battlefield Bruised and battered not ready to yield Brave she is , a soldier strong Alone she's fought for a time too long She will not falter she will not break She will conquer every challenge she will take Her wounds are heavy and they don't heal yet But she will not rest till her goal is met The end has come , she is hurt and bleeding but the fighting is done She is brave , she is a survivor and her battle stands won .....
Its the first poem i have put up here or shown anyone besides my best friend ... need an opinion
i sit on the streetcorner of your mind and every once in awhile you drive by throw money at me say hey baby how about a smile and i smile for you because im in the red naturally
you do not mind paying for my ******* smiles and playing with the curvature of my lips you do not mind buying me for an hour to smile at you
i am glad that my crinkled eyes are enough to make you feel better i am glad that you feel you are good enough to me to demand a smile for free sometimes
and only because i want you to feel better do i give them to you even when the bank is looming shaking all the outstanding debts at me that i really owe myself
you do not mind ravaging the smile you paid for you figure that you are allowed to **** that which is yours and i let you because you paid for it
I want to be talked to, Held, Caressed, Cared for. I feel like I don't deserve it, I’m too Selfish, Awkward, Distant. I have a hard time connecting, I feel Judged, Incompetent, Inexperienced. So I’ll just stopped trying.