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Molly Grace Feb 2011
You think you're so strong
But child, listen up
If you have to keep telling me your strength
Then deep in your core
You know you're weak

I see the looks you give
To me, my friends, my love
You hate us
And you love us
You want us to suffer
Or you wish to join in

I'll be your friend
But you can't trust me
Because you know the truth
My every word I share with you
Is always lined with venom

Can you trust a snake?
Even one loved my all?
Do you want to be part of the crowd?
Of course you do
That's your defining weakness

That you couldn't let me go
Molly Grace Jan 2011
Explosions utter the final cry
From those who must fall down and die

Hatred be in the hearts of those
Who lay their bodies before the crows

Burning churches and broken homes
A million names on millions of stones

Let dark crash over and tumble about
Let whispers win and ignore the shout

Throw up your hands, oh valiant one!
Know tears that show the battle is won

Nightly prince comes for the dead
That crown of bones upon his head

Yesterday they spoke and thought
Today their mouths fill with rot

The royal sacrifice that means so little
The burning corpses becoming brittle

Please say a prayer for those long gone
For they are forgotten with the dawn

And weep for the soldiers of tomorrow
Who will bring their mothers sorrow

Blackened sun over dark red sky
Close your eyes, whisper 'goodbye'
I support our troops
Molly Grace Jan 2011
A silvering shadow
from the midnight charm
glistens in the heat
of the daylight charm

Rose damaged lips
The thorn melts away
into a puddle of dreams
from a happier day

Shut tight eyes
Broken blue
Playful hands reach
softly whispered to

Painful words cut deep
Acidic blood runs fast
Fire skips over graves
The sunlight won’t last

Forbidden fruit grows
within arm’s length
Ignore or give in
Who has the strength?
Molly Grace Jan 2011
To hear your voice
And feel your touch
I can dream of nothing so beautiful

When you whisper my name
Heat flashes through my body
And you always notice

I crave you
All of you
All of the time

I'm not ashamed to admit my addiction
You're my drug
My beautiful *******

You tell me you love me
And I still can't say it back
You patiently wait

I'm clumsy
But you're always there to pick me back up
And laugh

I can't say that which
Haunts my thoughts as I try to sleep
Not out loud

So I've written you this poem
To speak the words that I can't say
I love you
Stream of consciousness poem
Molly Grace Jan 2011
He was not dressed for the beach,
And yet there he stood:
Top hat and petticoat,
Barefoot in the sand.
people in bathing suits gave him strange stares.
He just smiled and said
"I don't follow fashion trends."
I took the seventh book from my bookshelf, flipped to the seventh page, started my poem with the seventh line, and limited my poem to seven lines. It was fun.
Molly Grace Jan 2011
Love him deeply
So deeply he'll love you
And free words will be spoken
Of hidden love and lust

She'll continue to ignore the signs
Of sanity slipping
Of love dying
Look through the stained glass
Of a wicked church
Sit with him under the eyes
Of that so virtuous mother
And know the poisonous glare
Upon the *****'s back

He'll whisper words of comfort
And then words that cut
In her grows confusion
Inside her chest the ****** heart breaks
And the simple mind flees

In death filled grief
The sad girl weeps
And mutters words no man should hear
And wanders without thought
Past trees, over rocks, into water
While breathing stops and lungs fill
She looks into the sky
And dies
Inspired by the Shakespearean play: Hamlet.
Molly Grace Jan 2011
If you reach for the stars
Then brace yourself
To fall back to earth
But hold on to your goals
And remember, fine dreamer, that
There are footprints on the moon
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