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You'll envy every bit of unblemished skin
You see on those without it.
You'll wonder why you never seem to win.
You think you're well, but you're falling into a pit.

You'll cry more tears than ever.
You'll cry as if everyday you've lost,
And sometimes it feels like you'll never
Cry again.

You'll count the cost
Of living
When so tired of giving
You'll slip away,
Vowing to not see the next day.

They'll tell you of all the pain
It will bring to them
When your tears fall like rain
You'll be too numb

To think of anything else
But the road to your death
You'll see your belts
And wish they would take away your breath

You'll lose, you'll gain,
You'll forget who you were.
they say
to tell a happy story

all one has to do
is end it early

and s-
Here is a rare read,
About a whisper of love, indeed,
I see love even in every tree,
I see love in flowers like these,
As  I feed my miracles of birds, like doves,
I sense a whisper of love,
Maybe there is a God above,
To make all the whispers of love,
There is no glory in a world of dust,
We all know planting trees is a must,
I'll stand here, and feed my wild doves,
Indubitably, these are whispers of love........
A reflection of love. Feedback welcome.
 Jun 2016 Raquel Butler
ili
I am not one to romanticize pain and sadness but the minute sorrow arrives at my doorstep,
I welcome him in with open arms.

I am not one to continuously arise in the morning with a heavy heart
nor do I enjoy walking around with a weight on my shoulders,
but I still find myself becoming less motivated to discover the green grass on the other side.

I desire joy far more than one would expect,
but I still live day to day merely surviving.

I do not romanticize pain and sadness,
but the minute sorrow seeps into the crevices of my life,
I make no efforts to extinguish it.
 May 2016 Raquel Butler
Lacuna
I know I should be happy
But why is there fear?

I know I should be excited
But why is there anxiety?

I know I should be grateful
But why do I feel spiteful?

I know I should respect you
But why do I feel I shouldn't?

I know I should look up to you
But why can't I?

Your past mistakes maybe forgiven
But I have never forgotten it

Maybe that's why
I'm like this

Maybe that's why
I feel like this

I know I should say I'm sorry
But why is it hard to say?

Because you mean the world to me
yet I never felt that I was to you


Still I Love you
Because you are my father
For the issues left unsolved
This is a window on the world,
Written by a once time girl,
Guidelines for chicks and men,
A new set of commandments,
Take these for what they're meant,
Be yourself, all chicks and dudes,
Let it all go, we learn in life's long school,
Act the way you want to feel,
You can pretend smiles, which are real,
Do it now, procrastinate later,
Ignore distractions, they're to bait ya!
Lighten up, think of funnies,
Do stuff, even if you don't need money,
Be polite, stay in touch, friends old and new,
Be kind, not exploited, all of you,
Less is more of things to do......
New commandments from me to you!
Feedback welcome. Thoughts are thoughts.
 May 2016 Raquel Butler
Owlycat
i sit and stare at the wall
tears running down my face,
my vision blurred.
i see a man in the texture
he tells me that it will be okay,
that my tears are just feelings
trying to escape.
that i need to
share them instead of wiping them away..
more 2 am thoughts. maybe this will start to be my end of day project..
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