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RisingUp Jan 2016
Twirling through the motions
Emotions by my side
Trying to maintain my hope and pride

I thought I'd felt devotion
Sipped Aphrodite's magic potion
But now all I feel is empty inside

A butterfly with broken wings
I had been fluttering on by
And you held me softly
When I thought that I would die

But not long after you turned away
When I thought you were here to stay

Predictions
Convictions

Led me to be a victim
Of my own heartbreak.
  Jan 2016 RisingUp
Asunder
Like the waves in the ocean
That meet the shores and fade away
So did you, with my life
Every single day

Like the snowflakes in winter
That melt when they land
So did your trust
Each time you held my hand

Like the sand in the desert
Once here, then scattered
So were your promises
Leaving my heart shattered

Like a ghost in the darkness
One sees but is unreal
So were your words
And the things you made me feel

Like the glow of a firefly
Now gone, now bright  
So is your love
Goodbye, good night
Goodbye, good night
RisingUp Jan 2016
This guilt, this pain
Is embedded in me like a stain

I never feel like I've done enough
Accomplished enough
What is enough?

I cycle through my days
Through a never ending maze

Even if I reach a goal,
I feel the need to take on another role

Until I stretch myself so thin,
Any leisure time is considered a sin.

I can't be a robot,
I can't be Mother Mary

I can try to do my best,
but my lack of satisfaction is scary
RisingUp Dec 2015
Me
Today I've decided just to be me
Today I've decided to not care what others see

I don't want to be on the pursuit
Of pretty or thin,
I'd rather be on the pursuit,
Of the girl that lies within.

This may not be easy
In fact, it's very tough
Thanks to media and advertisements,
but now I've had enough.

Lose weight, get longer lashes,
Make your body flawless and pretty.
But we fail to idealize individuality,
Instead label imperfections, what a pity.

So now I'll take a stand,
against the companies that push their brand.

I don't need their things to be happy,
for they promote false goals.

I need to learn to accept being me
Without caring what my internal critics,
or others
see.
  Dec 2015 RisingUp
Lillian Harris
These words
Will never
Fully express
The pain
Inside
My chest
When I
Remember
That you don't
Want me
Anymore.
you probably won't even read this.
RisingUp Dec 2015
This illness is a monger
Its pain I can take no longer

It almost took my life away
But from now on I'm here to stay

For I will fight its terrible wrath
And continue paving my own path

Because I am stronger than its grip
Its disguised poison I'll no longer sip.
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