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I knew the sunshine would help
Stepping outside on the porch
I felt the warmth inside myself
It was a flame like a torch
The rays hit me just right
Putting a smile on my face
I  stared up at the bright light
And it rescued me in it's grace
Wrapping it's loving arms around me
Holding tightly onto my wayward heart
There on the porch I could see
This orange bowl of fire had to depart
At once my mind began to wonder
Would I ever feel this way again
The darkness of night will be upon me
And there's no escape from it's hands
Then sleep takes a hold and I awake
To this bright star in it's place
At once I begin to smile
Knowing all is worth while
 Jan 2016 Lucy Ryan
glassea
the moon knows.

she has seen countless confessions in her light, watched life and death alike, and judged none of it. the moon is the one who will not whisper your secrets to the stars. she is just a reflection, after all. limited by her existence.

the sun is the one who will betray you, will turn his back on you, will scream everything you've done to everyone awake to hear. the sun shines and does not care if you burn beneath him.

the moon does not care, either, but she is not vindictive, and for that, we tell her things the sun will never know.

didn't anyone tell you that the moon can keep a secret?

she is not the sun.
i have a lot of feelings about the sun and the moon and i'm still working on getting them down.
 Jan 2016 Lucy Ryan
vinny
skinny and starved
stomach growling
calm down honey relax
you're like a scared cat

even the ones
who have been around awhile
the have no feedback to provide
it's pretty straightforward:
survive

you've been to the edge
with not much damage done
looking back with regrets?
better to have none

pick up the pace
light speed is way more fun
just be prepared to ask yourself
*what have i done?
if you don't face your demons they will continue to control you
hit them head on and have no fear
freedom is on the other side i'll see you there
 Jan 2016 Lucy Ryan
Graff1980
The night consumes
And from this room
I see no light

I’m so sleep deprived
Ready to cry
But tired eyes
Forgot how

The night retreated
Shadows shrink and receded
The light returns slowly

And with blues, and orange hues
The moist morning dew
The birds chirping to
My dark moods
Lessen, no lesson required
Just naturally inspired
Till I hit the pillow
Out of shape
I bend slowly
into an old
man.
Whats the point of waking up,
If you aren't lying next to me when I do?
 Jan 2016 Lucy Ryan
Free H Laven
Here I am, again.
Stuck in the same ride, "friend"
Say you love me.
My bars steel for he,
I'm a child, so naïve.
You asked if I was okay,
I said I was just tired,
Well I lied.
You saw the butterflies,
I said it was for a friend,
Sorry I lied.
You saw my art,
I said I was drawing inspiration from around me,
Oops I lied.
You ask all the time "are you okay?",
And I always say "yeah I'm fine",
But I lie.
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