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The day I was born;
The day I began loving him
To this day, I haven’t stopped

Short and silly,
Loving and my own perfect
He was a ball of sunshine

It was a warm summer day;
Grass green, skies blue
I felt black

As she held me;
All seemed fine
I knew it wasn't
But to this day
I refuse to say
Goodbye
You lock me up
You break me down

Make me work
Make me frown

1 step forward
But 2 steps back,

Every time,
I feel off track

Get told no
Then get told yes,

Make me feel like
I have to guess

I sit around
Try to behave,

But even then
I'm just your slave
I feel like I’m trapped
Inside my own home

I feel like I’m stuck
With nowhere to roam

Locked up in a jail cell
With nothing but dust

Up the stairs
Down to lunch

Over to gym
And under the rush

The people are rude
The food isn’t kind

And in the darkness
I'm the only one blind

Everyone stares
But I'm nothing new

Work and work
Till my days through
  Oct 2014 Paralyzed traveler
Jack
~

Violins sing of purest flame,
alluring harmonies warm the air
Heart beat crescendos keep time
as ember’d flutes whisper beauty
and misty cellos lull wondrous dreams
on the aria of our love

Treble clef desires
curve softly upon your tender heart
while clarinets breathe amorous
melodies of soothing affection,
enchanting serenades
caress our every silent sigh

Forever playing an eternal
symphony of fire,
burning euphonious,
heated temptations
in ever lasting
*orchestral bliss
Inspired by a conversation with an angel who has completely touched my heart
I was the plant in your vast apartment. You gave me water and left me in the sunlight to grow. You did everything you could. You helped me prosper.

Eventually you grew out of your apartment and you no longer wanted mere plants to keep you company.

I watched you pack your boxes full of pictures and birthday cards and gifts and love. You continued to pack as the world grew colder and the sunlight began to shrink. Eventually my *** cracked and you couldn't notice because you were invested in things much more important than a simple plant.

In the middle of January you finally left and the blinds were closed and the sun was shut out. You wisely decided a dead plant with a broken *** wasn't worth the time, nor the space in your new apartment.

So now I'm sitting in the middle of your old apartment floor, still waiting for water and a glimpse of sunlight that everybody realizes couldn't resurrect me.
**** I love my symbolism.
I wanted you
Not in the typical way
I didn't want to
Hold your hand
Or kiss you.
I wanted nothing of the sort

I wanted you
In the most innocent sense
I wanted you to hug me
Bring my tears to a halt
And tuck me in at night

I wanted you to love me
Not in the "you're like a
Daughter" sense,
But in the
"You're my daughter
And I wouldn't trade you
For the world" way.
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