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Portland Grace Mar 2011
Your smokey breath upon my face,
you shouted your casual cruelties,
humiliated me in places deep inside.

Look through me now,
for I am no longer here.
I ran long ago.

Don't try and find me,
I am lost within my walls,
I fall every second,

I'm not much of a blamer,
but this was not my fault,
you pushed me to the edge.

And I fell.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
Alaska said to say Hi,
By sending a freezing storm of white
As the breeze brushes my nose,
And sends a line of shivers down to my toes.

Your cheeks glowing with red.
You stuck your hat upon my head.
Good ridence winter,
I'm warm inside.

Our hands wrapped up in gloves.
Still clasped so tightly.
I just have to say I'm freezing.
And your arms will hold me tight.

The black Ice makes me slip,
As we walk down the street.
And you have to catch me.
As we laugh softly.

And hold these moments tight.

I can't see the path home.
The snow has covered my eyes.
So we stay.
Where we are.
and hope nobody turns on the lights.

I would stay in that winter.
For the rest of my life.
It was cold and wetter.
Than i've seen my life.
But you were there to hold me.
When my shivering turned to violently.
And you told me.
That I glow when it snows.

Winter, don't leave.
I don't want spring or summer to come.
Just take me, and keep me.
Locked in your freezer of white.
Until I'm ready to die.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
The tears of heaven.
That pass my window.
Without a care.
The just fall to the ground.
From great heights
Of invinity.

As the Caffine spreads through my blood.
And the music from the radio,
Continues to rattle on.
About lost love.
And the faith of humanity.

And I hum myself a sad tune.
And look past the window glass.
To the stop signs and streetlights.
That make the ***** city polished looking

And as a single tear traces my hallow cheeks.
That havn't smiled in years.
I wonder.
What this place must look like from heaven.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
The sun is the only distress.
As we lay 'neath the blue sky.
Without a care.
Our skin was hot,
Even as the sun went down.
And the stars had never looked so bright.
But the brightest thing,
Was the smile
Laying in the girl wearing it.
Who's only distress was the sun.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
Just as thoughts can eject the mind
And propel the mouth.
That takes the feelings
out of your heart
Where the roads come to a T
Your sure to meet.
Your fate.
That drops its life at your feet
And you hearts blisters
Will turn to scars
And you'll walk away
From the steamy room.
With the least of the knowings.
Because you are a fool.
Heads hate the hearts
Every box breaks your heart.
Even more.
Shattering.
Until the scars hurt much worse than the blisters.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
I swim.
I race, down the ice cold river.
My numb feet scrape the rocks as they hit.
The water trys to consume me.
To pull me down, to love me forever.
I fight.
I gasp for air, only to find there is none.
Im in trouble.
Im going down further.
Into blackness.
The light is so high.
I wonder if I can reach it.
I push up.
I reach the surface, gasp a breath of air, and get ****** down again.
This time I dont struggle.
I am so out of breath from struggleing.
I actually feel my cheeks smiling.
The light from the surface is dissappearing.
But the further down I go, I see a new light at the bottom.
I hit the sand.
And suddenly, I am consumed by a light.
A bright light.
That says its hear to save me.
And I can breath again.
And it feels nice.
Portland Grace Feb 2011
Sometimes I wish I could be a seed.
I'd be warm in the ground until I decide to grow up.
I'd spread my wings, and push through the dirt.
I'd grow, I'd be tall an beautiful.
I'd touch the sky.
I'd be taken care of.
And everyone who saw me, would stare.
And I'd be happy.
And even as I wilted, I'd be happy.
Because I still had the memories of the days when I was tall and beautiful.
And everyone who saw me, just had to stare.
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