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So much is happening
So much in one night
I remember what happened this morning
Oh this, it isn't right.

Why, i stayed up all night
I wish i was helping
My soul wants to sleep
But i kept on forcing awake

Last time i took a breath
Wasn't today at all
I dont know what to feel
They're mixed up in a batter

I dont feel blue, or yellow
Or mellow, my little fellow
I feel purple
Cuz i dont know how to feel
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
Dark Jewel
Rising from the snow,
A warrior of scars remains.
Betrayed, battered, and broken..

The ****** tears,
Seek revenge on thy foes.
Beware... The White wolf.
Of the snow.
Shout it from mountaintops
Let it be known by all
That you cannot be broken
You're no porcelain doll
There is a strength in you
Never before seen
A fire burning so fiercely
It cannot be extinguished
You are a force to be reckoned with
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
Ginelle
i'm starting
to forget
the feeling of you stroking my hair
the way your hand intertwined with mine
the sound of your voice
the way you laugh
the passionate, deep and profound feeling of loving you

i'm starting
to forget
how to love you
what if i never learn how to love again?
Quietly watching the small flame
Flicking back and forth frantically
With the slightest breath

The wax is dripping
Pooling down below

Soon the light will run out
The wick will burn
And the wax will melt away

If the candle is gone, child
What now shall light your path?
one-word prompt
 Feb 2016 Tana Marie B
Helen
In storms
she is your anchor
In blindness
she is your sight
In sadness
she is your laughter
In darkness
she is your light
In weakness
she is your strength
In nightmares
she is your dream
In kindness
she is your weakness
At night time
she hears your screams
In low times
she is the mountain
In dry times
she is the stream
At all times
she is the rock
Never pretending to be
anything else
than what she appears
to be
There's a hole in
The roof
Of my house
Although
The hole isn't
Directly above my bed
It leaks
Into the second layer of roofing
And funnels itself
Right to where I lay my head

My room is
A puddle
And my heart is
Torn wide open
Because love doesn't look
Like lies
On grapevines
Whispering willows
That climb
Crawl past
Cranes
And crows in the sky
Blocking out the sun
Making night the only
Thing that shines

Love doesn't look
Like bruised bones
And paranoid telephones
love doesn't seem
Emotionally estranged and
So incredibly alone

It's lips
Are warm
And soft like home
the pretty
And the ugly
Are both grown
But love stays through
Winter snow

My room is
Puddles
And I feel so alone
But that doesn't mean
Your love lips
Will ever be home
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