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 Nov 2012 Skye
Leilani Reyanna
One day you'll see.
One day I'll be heard.
I'm gonna pick myself up
And I'm gon' dust off the hurt.
Its stained in my skin
But I've been through worse.
Every lie you told me
Was just layed out and unfurled.
You deserve a ******* medal.
Did you need to rehearse?
You took something so pure
And just made it perverse.
And just like Dre I was caught in a verse.
Or maybe caught your smile.
Or just caught in your words.
I should have known you were trouble
By the way that you slurred.
When you were sippin' that drink
And tryna feel on my skirt.
But you knew just what to say
To keep me from running away.
But now its getting too hard
To keep my emotions at bay.
You do me wrong once,
That's a shame in itself.
Do it again and again
Well now you're all by yourself.
And don't come to me
Looking for sympathy.
You put your own self in this situation.
See, I'm blunt as ****.
I'll tell you what's up.
And I get colder that the coldest
When I give no *****.
We could have had it all.
We always had enough.
But you let greed cloud your vision,
You let your pride destroy us.
I guess I've loved and I've lost.
But at the highest of costs.
Cause now the man next to me
Thinks he's the reason I'm scarred.
And I just tell him upfront
That in the morning he's gone.
Won't ever let him get close,
Won't let him break down my gaurd.
One day I'll be fine.
One day I won't be ignored.
This too shall pass.
Please be assured.
Keep your head up and stay strong,
You can endure.
One day all of this suffering will be over and cured.
 Oct 2012 Skye
Kendra Canfield
you are a pause

you are the second
before the air raid
an anticipation so loud it's deafening

you are the stillness, the static,
pins and needles between lightening
and thunder. 1. . . 2 . . . 3. . .

you are the heartbeat, last blink
separating bullet and flesh
crescent cuts bleed from empty hands

you are red lights. stop
knuckles white through a
raindropped windshield

you are elevators
early morning coffee stains
shifting eyes. look away.

you are the dead air
on a faraway radio station
bent antenna. turn the dial. silence

you are the needle
on that half broken phonograph
sidling arthritically away, back to sleep

you are the skip a beat
nervous lip bitten hesitation, envelope stamped
staring into the letter box. just let go

you are punctuation. . .

you are the hyphen
splitting words in two
leaving lonely nothings on different pages

you are 0:00

you are the force that
draws our eyes together
if only for an instant
I made some changes. I never edit... but I guess. Anyway, deleted the old one, here's the new one
 Oct 2012 Skye
Daniel Kenneth
I can't get her out of my head
It's this girl
A stranger to me, yet all I can think of
Beautiful beyond belief
A million dollar smile
The easiest laugh I have ever had the pleasure of hearing
Its this girl
And she will never be mine

Walks in the park
Naps in the sun
I just want some tea by the fire
Skinny dipping at midnight
Kisses stolen, snatches of heaven
Secrets shared, sleep long forgotten
I just want to love, and be loved

That's not how it works though
For me, anyways
I will get loneliness
Nights spent by myself
Nobody to share the blanket with
Or to rely on, while being relied on

Its this girl
And she won't be mine

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