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 Apr 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
Prom.
 Apr 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
on the county road
123, horizontal to my
window pane, it runs
along the dry grass
and some teenage
boy rolls down it
his bass a hushed
thump in the night
he's the bump in the
night, and his taillights
leave red streaks in the
black.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.
 Apr 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
i don't
want
you
the
way
you
are.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014.

Truth.
 Apr 2014 Sofia Paderes
brooke
he went south
I'm a little bit
north, keeping
my head above
a sea of mexico
and texas.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014
I lay down on my warm bed
In the wee early hours of night
Where my thoughts will fly
Towards the rebirth of natural light

I fidget as I wonder
And ponder, What, How, and Why
But truly it's no matter
For I never wanted Goodbye.

To the good times even the bad,
all memorable and cherish-able,
Such little time I selfishly carved from
The infinite levels of my past timetable

Such foolery was the past
A huge emphasis on was
Living in the now
Fighting for a cause

Nothing quite big
Not really impacting
But I missed it, this.
I missed this Befriending.

The Questions beg to differ,
Really it's my biggest regret
What I have done is nuclear
And recovery is a long way yet.

I ******* up and run after
Change. Understandably so,
if circumstances won't permit
I understand that life will go.

I wish to bandwagon
but seems like there's no space
Too late, I waited forever
Alas I am in haste.

Curious to where it goes,
plenty of forks down that road.
From oceans and seas, to forests and mountains,
I'll still go on, whether I carry a heavy load.
Writing straight from the heart. I hope it made sense ^_^

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There will always be avenues
Glinting and freshly honed
Standing out in the dark for the
Vulnerability that you cant see.
Yet I go the same way
*everytime.
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