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 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
NitaAnn
No more pain!!

HELP ME GET HER OUT OF MY BODY!

I am trying to cut out the problem!!

I DON'T WANT TO HURT ANYMORE!

You don't "hear" me...and I'm finished talking about it...

**CURRENT SCORE:
Razor: 1
Therapy: 0
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Sarah
Morning :

Sipping on hot tea
Every glorious morning
While I reminisce
On our memories
The taste of tangerine
It lingers on my lips
Reminding me of the day
We shared our first kiss

Day :

A stroll on the beach
I stood by the shore
Staring at the waves
While they wash the grey rocks
Watching the seagulls
They seem so free
Oh how I wish
I could feel the warmth again
Of your arms wrapped around me

Night :

Every night
I lay on my bed
Watching the starry skies
And counting to ten
But the only thing
That crosses my mind
Is what I would do
If you were by my side
My acute dementia
Seems to precipitate the need for immediate euthanasia
A hurried departure
Through the aperture
Deep set in the hollowness of time
Because essentially life’s been a lackluster mime
Imbibing flawlessly flawed ideas
That inform my capricious
Nature to various stimuli
It’s a life story based on a true lie
Frivolities interspersed with grave concerns
The myriad adjourns
Futile attempts at mitigating
A self-imposed galling.
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Kwaician
From the soles of my feet to the crown of my head

The butterflies take flight

A feeling I  thought I'd long forgotten

No tears

No fear

At the epicenter where your hand meets mine

The time isn't right for you or I

We both know that for sure is true

But we both move forward in the dark

Searching...
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Emma B
A purebred lunatic
that's what the girl in the purple tights
was called.
Laughed at for wearing three braids
because one just didn't seem right.
And ignored because English
didn't come first.
She danced through the halls
walking hurt her feet.
Purebred lunatic, they would say.
Thank you, she would reply
a smile, a pirouette,
and the girl with three braids
would disappear.
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Evynne
I smile at beautiful things, at beautiful people
I laugh when I think something is funny or enjoyable
I talk to people and I have good days

But when I find myself to be alone, there is something that is broken
And I fall into a sadness so sweet, it completely envelops me
I look in the mirror and am uncertain of what I see
The tears always fall internally, especially when I am falling asleep
And I miss something that doesn't exist

It's just that, I have been sad for such a long time
But I can still find the light and I can still smile
I've been able to make it so that my sadness only surfaces when I am completely alone, with no one else as my company
Except for myself and all of the different voices that create thoughts inside of my head
 Oct 2013 Sarah Savannah
Lizzy
The smell of burnt goodbyes
and strawberries
surrounded her

Battle scars displayed
down her arms
up her legs
across her hips

The smile on her face
didn't match
the blue in her eyes
and the red on her skin

She had lost the war
Her mind turned purple
and it all went black
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