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Lady Bird Jun 2015
split down the middle
yet not perfect
somewhere in between
my torn heart may shatter
Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

Another day of heartbreak
I got dumped, what the hell
There was not even a phone call
It was by electronic mail
Bits and bytes of rejection
flying through electronic space
Just to tell me "I don't love you"
I got emailed in the face

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

A week ago I was fired
Went to work like every day
found the door locked and all boarded
He ******* off with all my pay
No notice, and no phone call
Just a sign upon the door
A cardboard notice of rejection
Saying "you don't work here no more"

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

My dog ran off last weekend
Left the house and ain't come back
He ran off with that pack of dogs
And he ain't coming back
I bought him as a puppy
Now he's left and he's long gone
But he left a pile of rejection
On the corner of my lawn

Sitting in my trailer
Sleeveless shirt and cut off jeans
Chasing each tall *****
With some Jack and shots of Beam
Struggling with my issues
In the past and from today
Sitting in my trailer
Drinking my tomorrows all away

My tomorrow's may be better
But then again, I'm not so sure
I've got the blues from this rejection
And I don't think there's a cure
so I sit here in my trailer
Drinking the same thing every day
Sitting in my ripped t-shirt
Drinking all my tomorrows away
Rockie May 2015
I can hear it popping.
Feel the heat pressing against my fragile fingertips.
Wanting to escape.
Wanting to be free.
The fire crackles:
The wood has been eaten away.
Most of it.
One piece refuses to split in half.
Like lovers, they cling on to each other,
Unaware of the danger engulfing them,
Burning them,
Splitting them apart.
Still, they refuse to let go.
Thomas EG Apr 2015
My split surface
Your cracked skin
There's deep confusion
Without, within

Blurry views
Crawling clocks
Helping hands
Splashing rocks

Summer sadness
Sunshine blues
The buzz of drugs
The hum of you

Falling petals
Misty sigh
Unexpectedly happening
Before my eyes

Twirl, my princess
Spin around
Twenty fifteen
A friendship newfound

Gentle kisses
Midnight glow
Not the first
To let me know

Muddy puddles
My grey boundaries
I was out of line
Crossing out memories

My muffled moans
Your dimpled cheeks
Leave park benches lonely
For weeks and weeks
Summer sadness, eh?
L Marie Apr 2015
You make me glad,
He makes me smile.
You make me laugh
And so does he.
You keep me safe,
I feel secure.
And what he says
Makes me bubble.
For I'm with you
But not with him,
I feel happy
As I do sad.
I am split in
Two even halves;
If only I
Could give you each
A piece of me
But faithfully.
Eleanor K Mar 2015
The time comes,
When we have to say goodbye
To those who brought light to our lives
Smiles to our faces,
And forged jeweled memories in our minds.
The time will come,
When we love our memories of them,
More so than their presence,
And the smiles they give us are few and far between.
It is alright,
To say our goodbyes,
And to part ways,
Cherishing the moments we had
When we were people- hardly recognizable to us now.
We have picked our own paths.
Yet, their light may still guide us,
The light they left behind in us,
Coddled within.
A discussion under the midnight sky, walking to pick pawpaws.
17th Feb 2015
they were in love
they were a mess
but there was nothing to keep them together
not anymore
RH 78 Feb 2015
She said "you are the one"
He responded "you are also the one..."
She grabbed him because she was so happy
He was not so happy
She had finished her sentence
He had not finished his sentence
Divided opinion,
Conflicting beliefs,
Destroying solidarity,
Heart against head,
Trust against paranoia,
Love against rational thought,
The two factions grow apart,
No longer able to function as one,
In bitter hatred,
They turn against sense,
Then within their own ranks,
Both sides host rebellions,
A second divide,
And now four sub-cultures,
Live within one body,
The heart,
Split between love and fear,
The head,
Split between order and chaos,
But in the end,
Their ideals are the same,
Having all experienced the horror of war,
And the glory of peace,
It would only take the briefest moment,
Of simple reason,
To unite this quaternity,
Into one.
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