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282 · Mar 2015
T.M.
Sierra Carleton Mar 2015
And I don't think I've ever been more encouraged
to be myself,
to be a friend,
to be better than anyone thought.
You've told me so many times
that I don't need a person to make me feel special
because it's not worth the try
if I'm not joyous myself.

Now, my feet are planted firmly on the ground,
even though I allow my head to emerge in the clouds.
At one point my hope was quickly fleeting
But you brought it back, and fortunately
left me with nothing but delightful feelings.
281 · May 2016
Spontaneity
Sierra Carleton May 2016
I want something spontaneous
Not same-old-same-old,
Good as it gets.

I want to be surprised
With every sunrise
And always wonder
What's going to happen next.

For when nothing changes,
My fickle mind will intervene
And routines will bore my heart
'Til everything's at a loss.
280 · May 2014
Problem With People
Sierra Carleton May 2014
The problem with people
Is that they don't realize
What they've lost
Until it's gone forever.
277 · Dec 2016
confused and afraid
Sierra Carleton Dec 2016
I love you,
I really do,
but I'm torn in two
because of the pain
we put each other through.

You say you want me
always,
but when you disparage my feelings
and I go on the defensive
and things go from bad to worse
in a matter of seconds.

I'm trying so hard
and maybe you are too,
but is this really worth
all that we go through?
273 · Apr 2014
Our Love
Sierra Carleton Apr 2014
We were engulfed in flames
Or maybe we just dug ourselves into a hole
too deep for escape
Maybe we promised too much
too soon
But maybe it was never meant
for me and you.
272 · Jul 2015
Gone
Sierra Carleton Jul 2015
I don't know much but what I do know
Is that I need to get out of this town.
Too many bad memories are causing me to drown.
And I never want to come back
But I don't know how well I can handle the goodbye's
But I need to escape
The fire in their eyes.
271 · May 2015
Untitled
Sierra Carleton May 2015
If you could just step back for a minute
And peer through the window into my mind
You would see the reason I feel this
You could truly see that I'm not lying.

But we're fighting in circles
And all that makes us is sick
And if this how it will always be
Maybe we should both quit.
270 · Apr 2014
Untitled
Sierra Carleton Apr 2014
His fingers
Poised over his work of fiction
Hand scrawling quickly
Eager to portray the story
Of the girl
Who watched him write his life away.
261 · Dec 2015
Untitled
Sierra Carleton Dec 2015
I don't know if I miss you anymore.
I mean, my chest still aches subtly
And my throat burns when I say your name
And my eardrums explode when I hear someone with your laugh
And I nearly go insane everytime a thought of you pops in my mind
But i don't believe I miss you
Because I haven't called in a while
And I don't ask people how you are
And I'm slowly forgetting the color of your eyes
And I can feel you forgetting me.
I know I still think about you
Just about everyday
But I think I miss the thought of you
More than I miss the person who all the thoughts belong to.
260 · May 2014
Sorry
Sierra Carleton May 2014
I'm sorry
I'm sorry for being so **** selfish,
But you would be too
If you had someone who defined every single thing for you
Or someone that you see little bits of
In every person that crosses your path.
And it's even worse when you don't get a real goodbye
Because it gives you hope.
And hope is a strong concept.
Hell, it's the only thing stronger than fear.
It seems this hope is eating away
At the little common sense I have left,
Crushing every sane thought I have.
And I'm pretty ****** about
Letting this hope sit in my heart
Like a fire I should've stomped out
The moment I met you.
257 · Nov 2015
Things About Us
Sierra Carleton Nov 2015
I know it’s not healthy
The way I act even now
But you’re not much better
Breathing that smoke in and out.
We both got bad habits
Saying we miss each other
But not doing a **** thing about it.
253 · Apr 2014
The Girl
Sierra Carleton Apr 2014
Her eyes were sullen, hollow, desolate.
Her skin worn thin.
Her bones, they trembled
With every step she took.
Her stomach was empty
Her hands frail as sin.
Still she tried
even though
she'd never be better again.
251 · Apr 2018
Withdrawal
Sierra Carleton Apr 2018
The beginning of my summer
Held nothing but withdrawal symptoms.
When you're addicted to a thing,
It's a hard habit to kick.

But when you're addicted to a person
Every little thing makes you think of them.
You hear that song and you remember.
You see something the color of his eyes
And it sends you into a tailspin.
Every place, everywhere
There's something.
And the trickiest part?
You never know what it'll be.
251 · Dec 2016
Untitled
Sierra Carleton Dec 2016
I'm lost in a sea of twisting emotions,
the ship that I'm in
sinking more every second.
One last forceful wave
strikes right in the middle
and the stern and the bow
are now separate pieces.
I can feel myself being pulled under,
into the frigid, black water
I'm holding my breath,
but I can't much longer.
You can't hear me screaming for help,
so I just keep it all to myself
for no one can save me now
as I've already begun to drown.
247 · Dec 2017
Why did he come back?
Sierra Carleton Dec 2017
I wish he could feel what I feel,
because not knowing is hurting him so
and the last thing I want to do
is break apart his heart and soul.

He came back for a reason
wish I knew what it was.
I'm still a wreck in a dress
and he's on top of his world.

My heart is a time bomb
always counting down,
ready to explode
I really hope he can get out.
241 · Oct 2014
Because Of You
Sierra Carleton Oct 2014
He has
            withered
                           me
                                 away.
I am no longer here.
I may exist
But my presence is not felt,
Not heard,
Not seen.

I am nothing once again.
240 · Apr 2018
Empty
Sierra Carleton Apr 2018
They say
It looks like I haven't slept in days.
The circles under my eyes
Are darker than the midnight sky.

I look around,
But I do not see.
A part of me
Is empty.
237 · May 2015
R.P. part II
Sierra Carleton May 2015
And as I sit in misery and anger
I can remember why
I never wanted to feel that again.

— The End —