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 Aug 2019 Shaylie Pryer
Graff1980
She is a nightmare
like a velociraptor
rapping from the rafters
chasing after
the sound
of a killer clown's
maniacal laughter.

I've been trying to
avoid her,
that self-destroyer
who tends to
pull me down to
her lower level.

But she caught me
by my dangling generosity
and kindhearted disposition.

I thought that these
were good qualities,
but I think I need to
get rid of them,
so, I don't have to
talk to
that **** drama queen.
 Sep 2018 Shaylie Pryer
Alex
Its cold and damp September day,
The kindred flame I'll long remember.
I crossed her path & she crossed mine,
The spark we shared was so in line.
A close encounter,but nothing serious?
I'd think i would  never have a chance
but she had me curious.
The tension built 'till she talked ,
as warm embrace, my fears were subside.
All the while my stomach in knots,
we cleared the air & shared our thoughts.
Talk of our pasts, and our flaws
The hopes for future built to change.
Face to face, our eyes spoke words,
reading minds, beyond what's heard.
I could use a nudge,and she's not one to judge.
beer cans & shots of whiskey, holding hands
She opened doors, established trust.
One more dose of nerve eraser,another first, another chaser.
We walked along, enjoyed the view,
talked and laughed,
Alone at last, where to begin?
we drank some water, cooled the fire.
I dreamt for more,
was not prepared to close this door.
In morning light, our eyes would meet,
It was so nice to share a meal, too new friends.
I hope again, her eyes I'll gaze.
When I felt lost, inside myself,
I found my way to her and she found her way to me
 Sep 2018 Shaylie Pryer
Graff1980
Swiftly,
I soared with
Tarzan level
agility.

Up in the air
only a couple of
feet,
barefoot flying
in my grandparents
garage
out in
a town so small
it should just be called
country.

A leap
imagining I am
flying fiercely,
daydreaming
then landing.

A piercing
pain pressing
through
the first foot
I landed on.

I looked down
shocked to see
a pointed top
of a rusted *****
staring up at me
right through
my foot
without a shoe.

Thus, the adventure
ended with
a wounded warrior
under ten
stumbling back in
to my grandparents’ house
after pulling that
pain in my foot
out.
 Sep 2018 Shaylie Pryer
bella
Hey guys sorry i haven’t been active recently!
|i havent been active because i have no motivation|
I’m so excited to show y’all my new content!
|everything i make is overlooked and unloved|
I hope you guys enjoyed this cover!
|they hate it already|
Make sure to Like and Comment for more!
|theyve already scrolled past it. i’m just another post on their home page|
I’m so grateful for all of my followers!
|the few that i have only follow me out of pity|
I’ve been going through a rough patch at the moment so thanks for all the support!
|nobody cares|
Here’s a drawing of @popular.artist and @talentedmusician !
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|­im not worth it|
This poem was about how I feel about my social media. It was a kind of what I say to my followers And then what you see if you ‘read between the lines’.

Hey whoever’s reading this! I have actually been going through a really tough time for a while but I’m back!! I’m going to try and post a poem every week so stay tuned.
Your assumption
As usual
Is incorrect
The line
where I don’t miss you
Because I was the one
who walked away
But I do
With every fiber of my being
The time
That never seems to pass
The scars that never go away
Your words that echo
The big picture I wasn’t seeing

Empty spots on the walls
Where our photos used to be
Orchestrated perfectly
To tell the story of us
Now the we becomes an I
And our stories have been smashed
Nothing but memories trashed
And discarded
In favor of dishonesty

Dents in the walls
Show my anger
At you
At this
At the destruction
Of a treasure
that was seemingly perfect
There was no way to measure

Everyone seeks but very few find
The relationship that I created in my mind
Built on lies and clever stories
The rust that corroded us over time
Let me pretend our life is normal
there's no illness here
as I lay beneath the covers

With you
My dear

Under the covers
on a chilled mornings day
Outside beyond our window
children are at play
Freshly brewed coffee
drifting in on the air

As we lay
beneath the covers
without a care

Spring flowers bloom
their perfume
dancing in on the breeze
Hear the Kookaburras laughing
outside in the trees
Dogs bark in the distance
a few streets away

But under the covers
nice and cosy
is where we shall stay

Till it's time to get started
on our day ahead
But for now I'm quite content
under the covers with you
in our bed
Pretending  life is  normal
When it comes to you
I am at a loss for words
so my heart beats in symphonies
my mind will never compose
9/24/18
 May 2018 Shaylie Pryer
Graff1980
I’m losing
from not using,
from excusing
my laziness.
I’m fading quietly
with disappearing memories
of the human being
I once was.
shhh..
quite

Things were just not right

Last night

In plan sight

The eyes do not lie

How can you act surprised

This we can never survive

Our demise

How many other guys

Our love

Why would you jeopardize

It has been brutalized

How dare you agonize

It's to late too analyze

Do not promise

And

Ask for another try

When you know it's all lies

Last night my love died

I can not try

I will not cry

I thought our love was tight

For it
I can not fight
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