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3.0k · Oct 2012
sluts
Olive Oct 2012
***** and butts
****** and *****
parents and "tut tuts"

shimmies and struts
primps and cuts
falling, falling into ruts.
1.8k · Nov 2012
Mommy and her habit
Olive Nov 2012
Mommy? My throat hurts
You tell me it's the flu.
Mommy? My nose itches
You tell me it's the flu.
Mommy, I keep coughing and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? You look a little sleepy
But you slept all afternoon.
Mommy? You're really grumpy
But you slept all afternoon.
Mommy, you keep hitting me and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? It smells bad in here
And I can't help but choke.
Mommy? It's so hard to breathe
And I can't help but choke.
Mommy, we're getting sicker and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? Your tongue is turning black
Please make it stop.
Mommy? Your hair is falling out
Please make it stop.
Mommy I'm watching you decay and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? My cough won't go away
But I don't have the flu
Mommy? My throat still hurts
But I don't have the flu.
Mommy I keep getting sick and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? Grandma called,
She asked to speak to you.
Mommy? Auntie called
She asked to speak to you.
Mommy, they keep calling, crying, and
I don't know what to do.

Mommy? I'm in the park today
and I'm missing you.
Mommy? I hear laughter
and I'm missing you.
Mommy we don't get to play,
and I don't know what to do.

Mommy? Why'd you have to go
cause I'm still missing you.
Mommy? I try to be okay
But I'm still missing you.
Mommy they all have their moms
and I don't know what to do.

Mommy had a habit
It always smelled real bad.
The doctors couldn’t help her,
And it made me really sad.
1.1k · Oct 2012
My puddle
Olive Oct 2012
My heart is a puddle,
All full of muddle.
I'm slowly befuddled.
My heart is a puddle.

My heart is an ache
As my body, it quakes.
You give me the shakes.
My heart is an ache.

My heart is a puddle
and slowly befuddled.
You give me the shakes
and my heart is an ache.
665 · Oct 2012
Sisters by Blood.
Olive Oct 2012
I will never be as strong as you
I will never be as good as you.
Sisters only by blood.
You are strong and I am weak.
You are bold and I am meek.
I stumble back, you push through.
I wish that I could be like you.
You stand proud and I shrink small,
You get up after every fall.
I stay down and take defeat,
You fight on for victory.
You are you and I am me,
Just like you, I’ll never be.
521 · Oct 2012
did you?
Olive Oct 2012
And did you know..
I love you so?
That I do not want you to go?
And if you know,
and you still must go
Then do me one last favor-
give me one last breathy moment
for me to hold
and savor.
396 · Oct 2012
The cycles of lust
Olive Oct 2012
we have this cycle it never ends,
every now and then we begin again.
over and over we find one another,
and for the time being we're each other's lovers.
but then it all stops and we are no more,
our hearts end up shattered on the floor.
we always say it wont happen again,
and that maybe this time we'll just stay friends.
but something draws us closer together
makes us believe this time is forever.
i dont want to hurt you, and you not i
so maybe this time it should just be goodbye.
the memories will fade and we can just forget
and this time the cycle wont begin again.
i know i dont love you, and you not i
so maybe this time it should just be goodbye.
395 · Sep 2014
I had the Nightmare
Olive Sep 2014
Nightmares rock my crib
I wake
   scream
cling
relax into the arms
of the man who always finds me.
The strong, shaking arms of the
man who clings back in
desperation.

I feel tears drip onto my head
                  drip
                  drip
                  drip
I nuzzle closer, offer
my own comfort.
But it was I who had the nightmare.

Maybe my father foresees
the nightmares
Perhaps his trembling arms hold back
the nightmares
It might be that beyond his arms
the nightmares run free.

Yet I settle…
         relax…
         dose…
Warmth spreads from his arms
to me.
My eyes fall closer and
the nightmares
Fade.

I see my father holding my hand
as we walk along the river.
I see the moon above us and my
father’s chin sprouting hair in the moonlight.
Everything is good.

But it was I who had the nightmare…
395 · Oct 2012
Drew
Olive Oct 2012
Drew knew,
We were through.
It'd gone blue.
So no more two.
Drew knew.

— The End —