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I say, You've come so far,
Turn away from the bars.
Don't you want to see what's next?
Please, come here, into my arms.
Step away from the ledge.


b u t  n o b o d y  h e r e   w o u l d  c a r e, i f  i   live  o r  i f  i  die.

And I say,

" How can you be,
So utterly blind?
If you were to just up and die, this world would be devoid of yet another light.
People you wouldn't even think of would breakdown and cry.

She tossed me a smile,
And I thought I got through,
But life has a way
Of playing horrible tricks on you.

She reached for my hand,
Thanked me for my words,
Promised she wouldn't make a mess upon the land
Beneath us.

I tried to grab her, pull her back.
But she slipped through my fingers, like a ghost.
I fell to my knees, my forehead on the ledge, my stomach in knots.
She didn't know, that I was the one when we lost her, I was the one who would lose the most.

I would cry the most.

Because I loved her

T h e

M o s t .
the only thing i can think is
"am i dreaming?"
your lips on mine
your hands on my hips
the look in your eyes
you holding my hand
holding me close
wearing your sweatshirt that's too big for me
you saying i look lovely
your hands trailing down down down
and lighting a passionate fire inside of me
this can't be real
Memory is an anchor
Dragging down my heart
This weight is slowly sinking me
I'm just not ready to part
Sometimes the very thing we are holding onto is what is holding us back
looking back over my poems
and seeing mistakes i've made in them
sorry
but my mind had been gone for awhile
and i'm honestly surprised to see how many times
i added in words that weren't supposed to be there
i didn't even realize
which shows my mind keeps running off
and it's not staying in the place it needs to be
this is what my pain does to me
i deleted all the poems about loving you
or made them about someone else
and i know i shouldn't do that
but they made me sick to the stomach
to see them existing
and you'll never know the way you hurt me
i'm sorry i was ever in your life in the first place
but i had to leave
From this book I hoped for an explanation
Peeling away the layers of life slowly to uncover life's foundations
Love is what I found at the heart of all gods creations
We must never forget God's sacrifice and  his relentless effort
To create a perfect nation
This book is a reminder of gods unending dedication to build his dreams trusting  his imagination
GOD HAD THIS DREAM
NOW GOD HAS THESE NIGHTMARES
EARTH WAS HIS MASTERPIECE
SO WHY DO HIS PEOPLE NO LONGER CARE ?


EARTH WAS HIS SANCTUARY
A ROCK OF LOVE AND HAPPINESS
NOW ITS FILLED WITH SELFISH
INDIVIDUALS
NOW ITS CONSUMED WITH NASTINESS

HES SAD AND DISAPPOINTED
HIS VISION IS NOT WORKING OUT
HIS MASTERPIECE  NEEDS REMAPPING
HIS MASTERPIECE  NEEDS A NEW LAYOUT

GODS CALLS ON HIS PEOPLE TO OPEN UP
GOD CALLS ON HIS PEOPLE TO BE HONEST
THEN HIS WORLD CAN BECOME HIS MASTERPIECE
THEN HE WILL DELIVER WHAT HE HAS PROMISED
I've never been to a school dance or afterschool event,
I've never been asked to one or invited by friends.
I'm always left out and excluded,
I guess I'd be too awkward and anxious anyway.
So is it silly I sit here sad that nobody has asked me to anything before?
That I sit here wishing I'd be asked to this stupid Formal?
And that I organize my makeup box I never use looking at all the brand new lipstick colors I have saved up imagining myself dressed up and pretty?
I think it is.
I think it's pathetic -
Because in reality, nobody will ask me.
And I'm just daydreaming in my head like something fierce,
Creating fantasies and false dreams that only break my heart more so tears run down my cheeks.
I'm sorry I'm not worthy of some stupid silly dance...
Formal is a stupid and silly dance in my opinion but then again it's not because high school can be the best years of your life that comes with many opportunities and this will be one of the many experiences I'm going to miss out on. Makes sense of why I get upset over something like this, huh?
A few seconds of eternity
   two more than you’ll need

One moment of profundity
   fog gone—vision freed
  
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2013)
The kid within me screams
lets go out and play
The sun is out and its a beautiful day
again she screams lets play

I'm afraid I can't
I replied, i'm tired and done
I hope I can still rest while I can
I can feel it!  The regrets
the time
the second
the minute
the memories
of the past when I can just play
cause when I was young
I didn't care
about bruises and cuts
as long I have those long laughs

Now time is catching up
for I'm Tired and done
but I don't want to lose the fun
I hope I can still stand
cause I still have the kid in me
telling me to lets play
and run
Telling time you can't catch me.
this poem is base on what my friends send me when I ask, how she is? basically this is how I picture it out on a poem, Kat this is for you!
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