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A cloudless sky
Misty and hazy nursing acute
Mental paralysis.
a desert of ideas
that's what my mind really is
a full emptiness of sorts.
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Jack
~


There, beneath the rubble,
the ash and the debris,
you’ll find a faint image
looking something like me

As I too stand, peering into the pile
wondering, trying to make
some sense of the torment,
though this pain is imaginary…

for I have strode this wasteland,
walked these barbed wire foot paths
many times in the past
and what once was pain,
is now what I am

and the silhouette of what is seen
in a visionary echo of long ago tears,
repeating through thorn crested decisions
and a true lack of self confidence,

dances on the acidic breezes
that engulf my heart
and paint my frown
in weeping watercolors of my forgotten dreams
She'***** the bottom far to long,
waiting,
          breathing.
for someone to come along.
hating,
              creating .
for something to happen,
with all in bad luck she points and blames.
chaos,
         shame.
Selling your sins into heaven for fame!
scoundrel,
            thief.
From Hades you came,
***** your finger from which came blood of grain,
truly beautiful for the great insane.
comfortable,
             numb.
Tedious credulous liar,
shake down this cross and bear to save it,
as for my people their hearts you enslave it!
evil,
          lucrative.
Down at the bottom she picks and gnaws,
tiny ***** fingers at the thick hard walls,
up the well as her faint raspy voice calls,
"****** for you and ****** for all."
revenge,
              bitter.
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Becca
Gone
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Becca
you can't see
she's dead inside
been strong for too long
she wonders what it's like to give up
take a few steps
jump
fall
break
just a few seconds
in front of a train

a few cuts where nobody sees
takes the pain away
but she can't breathe
another one
three to bring luck
it's the last time


she meant it.

she can't open her eyes
she can hear the sirens
"Please don't get in time"
she prays
now her mama is crying
her brother still wonders why
her father is dying
and everybody loves her
and everybody misses her

they're just lying
she whispers to herself before walking away
it's easy to pretend now that I'm gone
I wish you had said all those things to make me feel strong,
I'm sorry for not feeling sorry
alittle too late now

I wish I wasn't so good at lying
I felt broken and sore
I cried black tears on the kitchen floor
I fell
you didn't catch me in time
and now you watch me
and there's nothing but fresh tears in your eyes and dark ones around mine
No, you're wrong.

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

Particularly at lunch
in a laughing restaurant

Everyone is as beautiful
as they can possibly be

And they are moved
by their own beauty

And they shed tears for it
in the back of the taxi home
I remember the December weather,
I wore a smile outside your door,
They locked you out, but you weren't shocked,
I was, but I knew it must have been my chance,
So I acted cute, I was grateful,
But I wanted you, I was faithful,

Hand shake? Hug?
None of that;
A kiss on my cheek,
My legs went fleet,

I nearly fell over on the December ice, outside your home.
You look best during winter, although your summer shoulders make me smile.
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