Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Sep 2014 one llucy
r
18 is a hard age
to be black
and dead

tear-gas in our eyes
burns, baby, burns.

r ~ 8/14/14
\¥/\
|    RIP
/ \
 Sep 2014 one llucy
unwritten
one day
i hope i will be able
to light a match in my brain
and with that fire
reduce all those painful memories
to ash and smoke.

one day
i hope i will be able
to look back upon us --
upon what we were --
and accept that it simply
wasn't meant to be.

one day
i hope i will be able
to pick myself up
and walk away
instead of waiting for your
unlikely return.

for so long,
you have been the ocean,
and i have been the helpless boat --
tormented and battered by your ruthless waves.

for so long,
you were the siren
and i was the foolish sailor,
being drawn in
again and again
by your songs.

for so long,
i was a naive dreamer
and you were the stars
that i hoped would grace me with their presence.

for so long,
i was holding on
to something that was never real.

one day
i hope i will be able
to get rid of you.

and one day
i will.

(a.m.)
 Sep 2014 one llucy
Nickols
I am not your maid.
I am not your personal cook.
I am not a butler for you to boss about.
I'm not your employee...
Your slave, nor am I anything of the such.
I'm not a *** doll.
Or a pillow to cuddle with.

I am a person made up of water, blood and flesh.

I think.
I feel.
I bleed.
I cry.
I laugh.
And I live.

Please don't confuse these things.

For I am real.
And you shouldn't take me for granted.
Don't mistake my apathy for empathy.
A glass of wine is a fine thing,  
Unless the wine is bad.  

A pint of plain porter is a fair thing,
Unless it isn't very nice.  

A smidgeon of whisky is a grand thing,
Unless the whisky is sub-standard.  

A glass of ale is a proper thing,
Unless the ale is too warm.  

A little gin is an excellent thing,
I have never observed an exception to this rule.
This is a grand one for men of the cloth.
 Sep 2014 one llucy
silli
I'm just as bad as I was yesterday
and I guess that's better
than getting worse
All those words
seen as bad
evil even
rude
profane
crude
         one question
why?
they're only words
why fear
what
you can't even see
there just words
 Sep 2014 one llucy
Ix Ryley
Bully
 Sep 2014 one llucy
Ix Ryley
I doubt you remember me.
I was the girl who sat alone,
Peering into empty faces.

I doubt you remember
Your laughing words which
Sent me crying from the room.

I doubt you remember my name
Or the names you called after me
As I walked away.

I doubt you noticed the empty chair
And if you did, I doubt you'd care.
I doubt I'll ever forget.
Next page