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Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
To sleep under stars
So twinkling bright and hot
Simply fireballs
Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
WHY
You made me feel vial
Unlovable and *****
You planted a seed in me
One of anger and rage

I have never been the same
Never thought the same
But I've come to realize
I don't want to go back

For months I wished
For nothing more
Than a time machine
To go back to that day

That awful, terrible, horrid day
When my virtue was taken
My self respect
POUNDED out of me

I felt broken and weak
Lifeless and hollow
I wanted to die, be done
Why didn't they **** me?

I always wondered why
They should have ended
The life they destroyed
Just ceased my pain

Life is not that easy
Nor that simple
Life is suffering and pain
Without it we would be

A colorless painting
Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
I am a tree

                My roots are my past
                Branches, my growing future
                One day my branches
                They will be longer

Longer than my roots
Stronger than my past
They will reach high
into the air they will climb

                Then there will be me
                Climbing gear
                Ready to climb
               Up to the very top

When will that day come?
When I have the courage
To reach that top
And find true unadulterated

                  **BLISS
Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
You don't understand how I hurt
You can't know the pain you caused
When I even think of you
My very insides boil
How can you influence me so?
How I view myself
I look in the mirror and see
The wrath of your actions
I throw out a half assed smile
You don't understand how I hurt
Deep, hot, throbbing pain
Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
Why
Why do we hurt so?
Register pain and suffer
To make us stronger
Rachel Elizabeth Nov 2012
Children in costumes
House to house for candied treats
Too much energy
Rachel Elizabeth Oct 2012
The early morning
Where I find my solace
Everything is fresh
Clean, new, and
Full of possibilities
The early morning
Like a blank piece of paper
Up to us to fill
With the good and bad
The morning is full of hope
The hope that today
Will be better than the last
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