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dawn vw Dec 2020
I’m the kind of person
that when she’s feeling sad
and when she’s crying
she starts to think about the people she’d want to talk to at the moment
but no one comes to mind
because everyone close to her
can’t handle how emotional she is,
can’t handle seeing her cry,
can’t handle seeing her so upset.

So she starts thinking of other people
that she’s been talking to
but she doesn’t feel comfortable enough
or close enough
to open up to them
so she just lies in bed
feeling sorry for herself
and cries herself to sleep.
Dead Sep 2020
Funny how pretty everything looks,
Soaked in over saturated colours.
I’ve been stuck in this room for months, I’ve been stuck in this skull for too long to care.
Four walls, whether paint plastered and polished.
Four walls meet my eyes.
I wish I could sew my eyes shut, only see what I imagine.
I can hear the cars becoming less constant outside, even the cats are sleeping now.
These lights are too bright for me.

I wish I could turn myself off.
Long live obsessed with kept secrets
I’ll find them in men of all kinds
Daisies wash away
One by one I call out the ones who
Double dealed, fake, and flaked.
I’m just looking for absolution
Mother Earth once my friend
At the twelfth strike
You trash my world
Speck of love
Yet your eyes double cross
My love has shown me first hand infidelity
Tell me about falseness
As you eat your words
Runaway, look away in hard times
There must be more?
Teach me, better yet model me, then cheat me
I’m wondering, who are you?
You share my DNA but I don’t know you
You think of me as cold
That’s only half the path
Feel the distance
Know it’s your result of mistrust
Those tears say and say
The body holds the source

I know your long lost kept secret
Only a child used so carelessly
All the years of loneliness and void
Blame **** them and forgive them
Please daisies castaway the deception
Clarity swimming in remission
Long before I drown in the many retributions.
Patrice Diaz Mar 2017
I had a light in me
It shone so bright that people could see what was inside
I talked about things that I loved religiously
And I clearly knew what I wanted to do

I did not give two *****
About what anyone thought of my work
Until I found myself wanting recognition
I asked people to tell me what was good and what was bad

I saw no wrong in that
Neither did they
Until I realized that I craved for compliments
I craved the praise

It was not for bad intentions
I wanted to get better
I wanted to be heard
I wanted the world to know me

But slowly, I became obsessed
I started relying on people
I relied on them to tell me my work is good
While I no longer believed in myself

The more they told me it was not good enough;
That I was not good enough
My light started to dim
And discouragement was staring me right in the face

I spent so long minding what everyone else thought of me
That I forgot the reason I was doing what I was doing
I listened to what everybody wanted me to do
I pushed aside the things that I wanted to do for myself
Ciarra Jan 2015
O' sweet love, I am waiting for thee,
Build me up a castle,
But perish not, into the sea.
Thy love is a burning flame
Amid the night of wonderous emotion.

I cannot live my wholesome life,
Without the presence of your heart!
And shall I awake,
To find you have loved another?
Then may my death bring thee great sorrow!

For you have grown me to love emptiness,
To loathe those who spent eternities,
Beating our love against mountains.
O' sweet love, I am waiting for thee.
Patrice Diaz Sep 2014
His mind: a wondrous place
His heart: sowed love
His smile: brought light
His eyes,
His eyes bore into mine.

The crystals,
The sorrow,
The sunshine,
It was all mine.

He was all mine
And I?
Well I,
I was his.

— The End —