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  Jun 2019 Silverflame
Lara Mari
She chooses, silver, but it comes out red
As it bleeds, she thinks of what they’ve said
She puts it back, not guilty, but relieved instead
Then gets ready and goes to bed.
She remembers she can’t sleep
That’s when the horrible thoughts start to seep
She lies there, buried skindeep
In problems she wished she didn’t have to keep.
She hides her sadness with a false smile
All she wants is to go away for a while
She pretends to be fine to beguile
The people living in the perfect style.
She feels the pain fly away once she’s drawn
The little lines, always there and never gone
She’s hurting from day to dawn
Because life is an agonizing marathon.
  Jun 2019 Silverflame
Lara Mari
I once dreamt of a place where time did not exist,
Where the moon always shone, and the stars always glimmered.  
I once dreamt of a watch that did not tell time
A watch that belonged to a good friend of mine.

This friend sat with me, under the sunless sky
And told me of the place where he was from.
He said: “This concept of time you are bound to here
Does not exist for us. It is what we most hate and fear.”

Then he did something rather peculiar.
He took out a small gold circular object
And polished it with his sleeve
And opened it up, and peered into it.

He beckoned at me, “come close,” he murmured.
He turned the object, he turned it, and turned it, and it turned and turned.
“Look up.” He pointed at the sky, “What can you see?”
“I see the stars,” I said, “I see the night.”

“Yes, and for us, it is forever like this.”
I couldn’t imagine a world with no light,
But staring at the momentary darkness around me
Made me appreciate the sun and the birds and the morning glee.

And as I look back on this dream,
I think of the friend, and what he is experiencing.
Day, night, he will never know the difference,
But he will always know, they exist together after visiting me.
  Jun 2019 Silverflame
larni
i push people away
when all i really want
is for someone to hug me
and tell me it’s all okay
  Jun 2019 Silverflame
rose
...
I had coffee and a cigarette for breakfast
So yeah I'm doing fine
I've become good at taking weight off of other peoples shoulders
and
Searching for happiness in everything
:)
  Jun 2019 Silverflame
Lauren
By. Lauren

He touched me.
He yelled out to me.
Peacefully walking down the street when he reached out for me.
Making all the motions not seeming to care.
They said it was my fault.
But was I really asking for it?
Skinny jeans and a T-shirt.
Was I really the one to blame?
My hands were trained.
We keep to ourselves in a shameless game.
Why must we be trained?
Countless years in therapy still unable to erase the pain.
His force upon us.
Why must we learn to forget?
The scars are still there yet our eyes must not weep.
The tears shall not commence.
Because I was trained after that day to keep my mouth shut.
"Nothing happened to me" I was taught to say.
I am not an object.
I am just simply afraid to this day.
He touched me and that's all I am here to say.
Just from this day forward, I will keep my mouth shut like I did before.
My tongue is tied like it was taught to before.
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