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celestial Mar 2014
ves·tige /ˈvestij/ noun.

a trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists.


there is still a vestige
of love for you
left in my heart.

there is still a vestige
of the words that you
whispered to me
at night;
etched in my skin.

there is still a vestige
of your kisses
lingering
on my lips.

there is still a vestige
of *you

in
me.
i really hope i used "vestige" in the correct context (haha...)
  Mar 2014 celestial
Madisen Kuhn
tonight,
i will lay my head on my pillow
and my mind will be silent
and i don't know if that's
better or worse than
a thousand disarrayed thoughts
keeping me away,
because regardless of
whether or not
i'm thinking of you
and wondering if
you're thinking of me,
whether or not
i'm thinking of this
or that or anything
that makes me feel,
it still takes forever
to fall asleep
celestial Mar 2014
nights without you //

i //
i go to bed at ten,
aiming for eight hours of rest.
my thoughts are whispers,
that won't leave me alone.
the clock ticks twelve
and i am asleep.

ii //
i go to bed at twelve,
a little later than the last night,
a little sadder than the latter.
i crawl into a ball,
but my warmth doesn't
stop the thoughts from
pounding in my head;
bouncing of the walls of my mind

iii //
i go to bed at two a.m.
with determination in my eyes
and conquer on my mind,
to fall asleep.
but by four,
i am taunted and teased
again by the thoughts
and voices
and this time,
the memories of us.

iv //
i go to bed at five a.m.
but fail to sleep.
the monster in me
is slowly growing
to the point where
i can no longer take it.
in one quick move,
i defeat the monster
i defeat myself.

v //
i am asleep,
in a different bed;
a different world.
a world where
i am asleep
*forever
appropriate to the amount of non-existent sleep i got this week.
celestial Mar 2014
why is it always
3 in the morning ?

why isn't it ever
10 in the morning
after you got in a fight
with your boss
and you feel like
sandpaper
is smoother than your throat

                                                 why isn't it ever
                                             4 in the afternoon
                                       after you've had a long day
                                        and your heart feels heavy
                                             your head feels weak
                                      and all your friends are gone

why isn't it ever
9 at night
when you have the worst
breakup of your life
and you feel like you can't go on


              but no,
           it's always
    3 in the morning
   because that's when
     you truly realize
       how much you  
        hate your life.
celestial Mar 2014
we are constantly looking for the
approval from others.

when making a decision,
there is always that quick glance
to our friend
to make sure we picked
the right answer.

                                                        ­            *why


why do we need authentication
for our personalities; our choices?


*we don't live for other people
inspired by :
"If they don’t need you, it’s okay. You do not live for other people." - Kyo
celestial Mar 2014
you are like the sun
and i am like the moon.
your brightness always overpowers mine.

people are waiting
always waiting,
for your rays to come out
and enlighten them.
but when i, the moon,
am out
everyone goes home.
there is no rush to see me.

nobody wants the moon.
nobody wants *me
( nobody wants the moon except for the stars :) )
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