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 Jun 2014 Roberta Day
PrttyBrd
Dreams* crafted
in
useless yesterdays
and
empty tomorrows

Cracks spackled
with
makeup and tears

Porcelain facade
found
profoundly

... *
beautiful
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 Jun 2014 Roberta Day
r
Caroline
 Jun 2014 Roberta Day
r
Caroline loves the ocean.  
Her soul sails on a Carolina breeze.
But her music's in the mountains,
and her heart's back home
where it needs to be.

I'm stuck here
in a Carolina wind,
wading in the ocean
with my heart in Tennessee,
and my mind on Caroline.

Carolina's got everything
a man could want.
Everything he needs.
It's got the mountains and the ocean.
It has a Carolina breeze.

He has everything but Caroline;
everything but Tennessee.

r ~ 6/22/14
\•/\
  |     Carolina ocean breeze
/ \
 Jun 2014 Roberta Day
soliloquist
"do you miss me?"

i love the way your eyes
gleamed
under the bright sunlight
and how they are like
little lighthouses,
beckoning me to come
closer,
because your eyes are my home.

i love the way your
auburn hair
looks like
burning gold when the light
hits you
at a 70 degree angle.

i love the
bear paw shaped birthmark
at the small of your back,
they remind of you,
because you felt like
a teddy bear.

i love how you laugh
like all the grievances in the world
have vanished
and so much happiness fills you,
that it spills out of your being
and infects me and the others around.

i love how you cry,
when you sit on the shower
floor
and let the water hit you
and you brush it off as nothing
but i can still see the tear stains on your
cheeks afterwards
and the swollen eyes give you away
and you eventually fall into my arms
as i rock you gently,
telling you that you are strong
but strong people can't be strong
all the time.

and even when you left,
i loved you.
as i saw you walk away,
i loved you.

so tell me, how could i not miss you?

"no, I don't."
 Jun 2014 Roberta Day
a m a n d a
(you really hurt me)


you should know
that it's not the
|disgraceful| exit
i find so maddening
but the |prompt|
painful
pairing
the world-wide
replacement
giving a home to something
you would not give to me.
A caterpillar,
this deep in fall--
    still not a butterfly.
i bet even after all this time
that if my chest were to
ache with emptiness enough
like it used to i could go to your house
and find the outline of our bodies
on your dark blue bed sheets
i have spent the last year
both trying to run from you
and find you at the same time
but i left everything i knew
about falling in love
on that mattress and
it's still settling there
like dust and
all i can do is write about you
until it comes back to me,
or by some kind of miracle,
you decide to.
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