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 Jan 2016 Taylor Poole
m i a
we're young and we're sad
let's all just go mad
let's just dance in the rain
to erase our pain
let's go insane and drive
in the wrong road lane
let's drink the night away
until we all go crazy and
become lazy the next day
let's sit on our lawns and smoke
until it's dawn
we don't need therapy or
sympathy or people trying to
go the extra mile telling
us to fake it and smile,
we're young and we're sad
i know that's bad
but eh,
let's all just go mad.
i was thinking about our generation, sorry if its bad. <3
 Jan 2016 Taylor Poole
Diane
It was never easy,
To love and maybe find somebody
Who would love
The whole.

What was unique?
You may ask with small verses
And even with rhymes.
But it was never easy
To fall, to tilt or to even glance
Right at the person you knew was enough.


It was never easy,
To stand up, look up and even breathe,
Because maybe you think that
Someday in this dark world,
There would someone
Enough for you.
And who would be
Satisfied with who you are.

But, for me, it was never easy,
thinking that someday, he would love someone more than I could.
And maybe in that someday, we are both in each other's arms, wishing that was never today
.

And it was never easy,
to heal your wounds, scratch the old skin, form a new life..
But all of that pain and suffering,
Offers a brighter tomorrow.


And maybe in that someday,
*You'll find the love that was always yours.
Her voice is the only sound that doesn't cause my head to ache
It's soft and sweet,
Just like the rest of her
And It's at times like these,
When my demons are tearing apart the last shred of hope that I've hidden inside my heart
And my room is so dark that I'm starting to question if I'll ever see the sun again,
That I wish she was here,
Whispering loving words to me, our hands intertwined
Because when I am with her, the warmth in her smile and the feeling of her hands on my skin makes me feel alive
She is absolutely everything to me
Something within me
Just isn’t quite right,
Edging its way
Right into the light

Is it my fault,
Or is it my genes?
My mental unrest
Is more than it seems.

From inside my mind
This flaw is long etched
Bound and entwined
This bottle; my sketch

These spirits cajole me;
Caress, lick, and tame
Then slaughter my conscience
In shambles, my brain

My epitaph states
If I were to die
Of my lack of control;
An unanswered cry

And where can I go?
This race, can I halt?
The best and the worst;
It’s namely my fault.

Something inside me
Deep under my skin
Isn’t quite right
Diseased from within

Fallen above
The height of alone,
The solitude found
Is what I condone;

Hidden, and silent
Inside my cocoon
My demons and I;
ALONE, in my room.
My mind is shot. My words are not. So, here's what tumbled out.



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
When I told you "I love you."
It was my heart  
When I chose to cross-over
Shout out that it's done
It was my mind
That was an era that started a war
A rage that erupted
Conflicting feelings
Disheveled emotions
Vague decisions  
The siren signaled
Man is the enemy
Woman ran to the open field
She looked for shelter  
Man dropped the bomb
Woman surrendered
A white flag, man also raised
Both died-  but not in spirit
Man and woman felt alive  
Man lifted the woman's hands
Together they marched as one
The darkest days have ended
If this was a siege, man and woman
Both are veterans  
The renegades of love die last
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