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Aujourd'hui
                                                      today
J'ai trouvé
                                                      i found
Une lettre d'amour
                                                      a love letter
Que tu m'as écrite.
                                                      that you wrote me.

J'ai pleuré
                                                      i cried
Parce que
                                                      because
Nous ne parlons jamais
                                                      we never talk
Et tu m'as aimé.
                                                      *and you loved me.
 Mar 2014 Sarah Savannah
lemon
Shhh
 Mar 2014 Sarah Savannah
lemon
The real secret is
that we never really stop
 Mar 2014 Sarah Savannah
lemon
Once free
Never again
Our wings are broke
Our necks will bend
They will bend low
Low with shame
As our brothers above
Fly away
What is mine? Nothing.
What do I deserve? Nothing
What are we entitled to? Death.
That is it, nothing else.

So why are we even here
why am I even here?
If i had never existed
He would still be alive

People died that would
still be alive, if i had not
been born then they
wouldn't have been there

because of me,
breathe, i need to breathe,
it should have been me
but i can not change it now

I got to move on
but I need help
but I am to stupid
to ask for it
hey guys how is everyone doing?
Suffocation
The walls of culture are closing in
Ready to stifle the flame of imagination
They can't control it so it scares them
In that flicker is the possibility for a bonfire
That could burn down their fragile empire
It could illuminate the darkness
they have tried so hard to create
By surrounding us with the weight
Of daily monotony
They've instilled in us
A desire to fit into the social norm
A fear of any tangible form
Of creativity
They have made it foreign to us
To question
The boundaries formed to bind us
This is my rebellion
get off my shoulders
i can't carry you anymore
 Mar 2014 Sarah Savannah
Katelyn
i am nothing compared

                        to how you make blood rush through

                                       my veins or how at home

                               i feel when i’m next to you

                        you’ve given me meaning
A collection of poems written after my boyfriends left my house & I want to remind him even though he's gone, I love him nevertheless.
You need to,
have the nightmare,
to,
appreciate the dream.
 Mar 2014 Sarah Savannah
Ito
I die in a realm of agony,
where one rules with money.
I was a dark angel,
caressed by the darkness,
I was blessed.

Love... does not exist,
but it does persist.
The plot has a perverse twist!
My life was in danger,
forced to become a stranger.
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