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Little Bit for Pixie

I lay down beside her,
Our breathing matches,
I close my eyes and let sleep take hold,
She wakes up beside me
Her hand running lightly through my hair
She prepares for her day,
We say our good byes,
There may not be a next time,
We hug hoping time will stop,
I lay down in my bed
She lays in hers
Tonight we dream of our little bit we shared
Hello, This is for you, I hope it makes it to you, goodnight and sweet dreams.
I had forgotten what home felt like.
The things most important to me were lost.
The smells, tastes, soundscapes only I know.
I had forgotten the touch of home.
How it hugs me,
Safe
I remember all the laughter brought,
and never have I forgotten my mistakes.
I carry my home with me,
But I had forgotten a key component.
Home feels like home.
No matter where I am,
Or the choices I take,
when I hug you it's home.
Inspired by the song Home by Dan Croll
One more time

I closed my eyes to believe that what happened was real,
I wanted it to be real, I mean it physically happened,
It was a simple gesture, but it said so much,
Could it have been a mistake?
On who's part?
There is no blame, only hope,
For just one more time,
I would ask you a simple question,
Could we dance?
Work in progress? I wrote this for the "Concert girl."
I will Fix you,
I swear I can,
Take my hand you'll see.

I can Fix you,
Just a Little bit of Love,
Maybe a bit of tape for your heart.

Some how I'll Fix you,
No matter how long it takes,
Or the distance needed to travel.

I will Fix you
I can Fix you
because,
Some how you Fixed me
I need some fixing myself
What am I?
Look at my skin, a color that resembles the smooth carmel that comes from candy,
Look at my hands and feet,
I run only as fast as the next person,
Look at my brain,
Pink and mushy, full of thoughts,
Look at my toys,
A history that we all tend to forget,
Look at my eyes,
Tears of fear and confusion,
Look at them...

I have no anger towards you or your hate,
I am so sorry we are not the same,
I would never hurt you, or myself
Look at me,
Skinny as a twig,
Look hard
and Judge harder,
For if you see me as a threat
Please make sure
Look at me
My hands in the air,
My feet frozen,
My brain thinking comply,
My toys, my child's,
Look at my eyes
What am I?
I am not a monster
What are you?
This is about recent events that seem to happen to just about everyone, make sure of your actions that's all I ask.
I begin to sway,
The music cradles me like soft wool,
Submerged into a bending mind,
Controlled by the waves,

My head bounces,
Rhythm coursing through my ears,
Inch by inch I fade,
Broken from reality,

Feet chatting with the ground,
Sound rides at my bones,
Gone in a world of color and darkness,
Awake, standing and waiting for it.
Hope it comes

— The End —