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Jan 6 · 129
Remember
Grace E Jan 6
The harder the fall
The grander the rise
Jan 5 · 19
Not Enough
Grace E Jan 5
Perhaps this is the least poetic thing I’ve ever uttered.
Sometimes love isn’t enough to make it through.
Jan 4 · 314
Victorious Secret
Grace E Jan 4
She was always victorious,
For she studied the art of seduction,
Because it requires more cunning,
Than the art of war.
Learn to ******.
Win every war.
Dec 2019 · 76
This is War
Grace E Dec 2019
The most dangerous opponent
Is a quiet one
Dec 2019 · 97
Emotionally Detaching
Grace E Dec 2019
Of course it was painful letting go,
But holding on, would’ve been a death sentence.
Grace E Dec 2019
The smell of her still lingered in the fabric of his heart.
Scents of Jasmine, her name, still secreted from his lips.
Parts of her he never fully let go of,
Parts of his ego she stuffed in a suit case and took with her when she walked out.
No denying she was his first love.
She was the thing he introduced himself with,
“Ricardo, the broken hearted.”
“Ricardo, the man who cried for her for months.”
Dec 2019 · 65
The Eternal Victim
Grace E Dec 2019
He wove himself a net of victimhood.
Promptly wrapped himself in his spindly web,
Screaming “Someone else threw this net on me!”
And nothing was ever his fault ever, and he lived a bitter life of blaming everyone else, but himself for his mistakes.
The End.
Grace E Dec 2019
He used to bring her flowers
When her youth was in full bloom
She was ravished with fragrant colors
In her dewy faced afternoon
He used to bring her flowers
But as rose-petal girlhood began to atrophy
The flowers stopped arriving
The flowers vanished and so did he
Dec 2019 · 130
Audrey
Grace E Dec 2019
I feel like an Audrey
In a world full of Marilyns
Nov 2019 · 97
Chanel.
Grace E Nov 2019
One can’t help but notice the staggering amount of people
Going broke,
To prove to other broke people,
That they aren’t broke.
Yah, the stupid purse cost three months rent, but at least my other broke friends don’t think I’m broke.
Nov 2019 · 228
Go Away
Grace E Nov 2019
Just leave me alone to slowly die.
It’s what you’ve been doing all along anyway.
Nov 2019 · 107
Broken Creatures
Grace E Nov 2019
Behind the veil of gauzy show
Gaze into the eyes that house the soul
Behind the masks we all wear
Inside the pain we all bear
There is a common thread
Woven through us all
Behind our facades
And our socially acceptable wall
We are all in need of something
Something greater than us
We all have holes
That need to be filled up
We all share wounded innocence
Behind our outward features
So be kind always
To your fellow broken creatures
Nov 2019 · 175
Gettin’ Old
Grace E Nov 2019
I roll out of bed
And my bones all crack
A throbbing head
And quite a sore back
Ah yes, they say
“Age is gold.”
But from what I see these days,
It’s hard getting old.
And I’m only 24
Oct 2019 · 63
Wasted Time
Grace E Oct 2019
Time is so fleeting.
And life is so short.
I regret how much time I’ve spent
Being selfish.
I regret how much time I’ve wasted
Nursing animosity.
Oct 2019 · 385
Is It Time?
Grace E Oct 2019
Can a broken heart fully mend?
A shattered soul, fully heal?
Can one learn to not break, but bend?
And let old wounds finally seal?
Can words of torment ever be fully erased?
Tattoos they left in your spirit, made gone?
Can the image they painted of you, debased,
Ever be turned to right, from wrong.
Can forgiveness ever be found?
The years of pain melt away with the sun?
Or is it all too much to take back now?
Is it time to let go? To move on?
Oct 2019 · 90
Maybe
Grace E Oct 2019
I guess he says he loves me.
I have a hard time believing only words.
It’s easy to get lost in wishes.
It’s easy to waltz with hope for too long.
Praying for a connection, not just an attachment.
Praying for even a morsel of my thoughts to be heard and not disregarded and disrespected to the highest degree.
I’m losing touch with reality.
And dancing in the pretty fantasy that maybe this is love.
Maybe I’m not wasting my time.
Maybe I’m not bleeding inside for no reason.
Maybe we can go to the sunshine.
But it seems impossible, when we are swallowed up and drowning in ever darkening waters.
Maybe this is love.
Maybe...
But I don’t know yet.
Oct 2019 · 75
Lessons
Grace E Oct 2019
It isn’t love.
And it never was.
It was a lesson.
But not love.
Oct 2019 · 220
Cowardly Lion
Grace E Oct 2019
Only a truly weak man would try to prove his strength by hurting a woman.
Men that hurt women need some real men to show up and beat the sh*t out of him :)
Sep 2019 · 94
MOTION IN OUR OCEAN
Grace E Sep 2019
We can never be still.

We rise then we fall.

You are the sun I’m the moon creating a life time of tide with our gravitational pull

Though we push and pull this world would be lifeless without you ❤️
I think I did this right ???????
Sep 2019 · 107
Not Rocket Science
Grace E Sep 2019
“Don’t cause a scene.”
Don’t give me a reason to
It’s that easy :)
Sep 2019 · 95
He’s in My Veins
Grace E Sep 2019
“Why don’t you just leave him?”
Any addict will tell you
It’s not that easy.
Sep 2019 · 402
Goodbye
Grace E Sep 2019
We made a promise to each other
And sealed our covenant with a kiss
Looking back now,
I never thought we’d come to this
Sep 2019 · 69
Redheads
Grace E Sep 2019
It was his mistake,
He tried to embrace a girl
With fire woven into her hair.
Of course he got burned.
Sep 2019 · 75
Okay
Grace E Sep 2019
The world sparkles
Through the watery lens of tears
I am okay.
I am okay.
Sep 2019 · 70
My Only Wish
Grace E Sep 2019
My only wish is to give you fervent love.
A love that seeps into every crack left by the frivolous entanglements that broke you.
And a worldly life that left you bitter.
To breathe a new life into you through it.
To refresh you.
That is my only wish.
Sep 2019 · 107
Mean It
Grace E Sep 2019
My heart is not easily won.
So believe me when I say I love you,
I mean it with every fiber of my being.
Sep 2019 · 454
Heart Beats
Grace E Sep 2019
He and I
Had the same heart
Beating in two separate chests
Sep 2019 · 231
Freedom
Grace E Sep 2019
Dance in the dawning sun light
Feel the cool grass blades between bare toes
Today, you are free
Sep 2019 · 107
This Home
Grace E Sep 2019
There has indeed always been a sense of magic in the old house. Especially at dusk, as the setting sun steeps the estate in golden hues. The land was wild and luscious, seemingly unmaintained, embellished with wild chamomile and daisies. History wrote itself into every wall, every blade of dense southern grass, every calcified window and crackling chip of paint held, each in its right, a weightiness, an undeniable depth of bygone years. Martha stood in the old servants kitchen and sipped her coffee long and thoughtfully. The chairs weathered by time and countless night family sat on those cushions. Laughter still echoed in the rooms, ricocheting  off picture frames and pinging off Marthas near deaf ear-drums. She felt the years in the walls, she felt the years in her bones. How she would miss this home.
Idk. Feeling in a creative writing mood.
Sep 2019 · 1.5k
Fire Breather
Grace E Sep 2019
She's not the damsel.

She's the dragon.
And she knows who she is.
Sep 2019 · 167
Not Sorry
Grace E Sep 2019
A relationship is doomed
When just staying mad at each other is easier than saying
"I'm sorry.'
Sep 2019 · 81
Bone of His Bone
Grace E Sep 2019
He abused himself
So of course he could abuse me
Sep 2019 · 71
Empty
Grace E Sep 2019
I cannot deny,
The man could materialize anything I wished for.
A passing fancy, an eye catching item could and did appear whenever in his finacial power to do so.
I could have anything...
I knew it too.
But in the end all that fluff was to compensate for his lack of emotional richness.
The lack of any character depth or owning a strong self-identity.
I was never hungry with the man.
My belly was always full.
But my heart was always empty.
And it couldn't last. It was time.
Sep 2019 · 418
Stormy
Grace E Sep 2019
He rippled "I don't understand you!"
"Of course you don't." she replied.
"Storms aren't made to be understood."
Sep 2019 · 67
Let it Go
Grace E Sep 2019
Let yourself cry.
Let yourself feel the painful emotions..
Let your heart detoxify itself.
It hurts, but it WILL help you.
It will aid you in the process of letting go.
Sep 2019 · 69
Sorry
Grace E Sep 2019
Yes, I am snappy. I am sorry.
My anger is just my sadnesses body gaurd
Sep 2019 · 903
Not of This World
Grace E Sep 2019
Perhaps the reason there is so much suffering in this world is because
We aren't made for this world
Aug 2019 · 133
Strange Love
Grace E Aug 2019
They were the counterbalance
The weight that held the other steady
He was born in depravity
And lived a depraved life
He longed for goodness...
She was born in privledge
And lived accordingly.
She was curious about darkness...
They met and satisfied each others greatest longings
A desperate ebb and flow that kept them in rhythem
They were opposed, but equal
They were in love
Aug 2019 · 209
Question
Grace E Aug 2019
How do you comfort a grieving person?
Aug 2019 · 119
Gold Digger
Grace E Aug 2019
Outwardly,
You had a cold, sturdy hardness
Of a mountain.
Inwardly,
You were filled with caves of wisdom and gold to glean
So call me a gold digger
Because I want to dig into you
Aug 2019 · 73
Not Love
Grace E Aug 2019
I sit at the empty kitchen table
And cradle my head in my hands
Tears hit thick and warm on my cheek
And slide like a melting glacier
Made of the ice in my heart.
I listen to the trees tussle outside
A symphony of wind and leaves,
And I play my day over in my head,
And find I am so happy I didn’t buy
The plaque I saw in the store today that read
“Love is patient, love is kind, it does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no records of wrongs, does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth, always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preservers, love never fails”

I’m happy I didn’t buy that
Because sitting here in this empty kitchen,
I know that is not our love.
Aug 2019 · 71
Therapy
Grace E Aug 2019
My therapist leans forward in her brown leather chair
And thoughtfully places her hands and investigating, asks me
“So at the this point what do you want?”
I sit and introspect.
I want a massage
I want to understand myself
I want to connect better with people
I want to stop taking everything personally
I want to write better
I want to dance better
I want a lot of money
I want to go get my nails done,
But instead I answer
“I don’t know Janet. I don’t know what I want.”
Aug 2019 · 235
Keep Going
Grace E Aug 2019
Of course I’m tired, but
I don’t stop when I’m tired
I stop when I’m done
This mantra has been applied to many different situations in my life, from dealing with depression, to cleaning my house. It’s not over till it’s over.
Aug 2019 · 194
Dance, Darling ♥️
Grace E Aug 2019
Eternity’s a long time,
May as well dance tonight
Friday Night
Aug 2019 · 184
Dust Off My Throne
Grace E Aug 2019
I forgot I am royalty
Too busy throwing my crown
At the feet of a man undeserving of my respect

Never again.
Aug 2019 · 129
Stand
Grace E Aug 2019
Fierce warrior girl,
With the ***** face,
****** arms
And the broken heart.

Don’t you EVER forget,
You have what it takes
To stand alone.

It’s time to blaze,
You’ve been drowning for too long.
Aug 2019 · 99
No One’s There
Grace E Aug 2019
You act high and mighty in the day
When your ego is burning hot with the sun
But darling I know you too well,
And I know the night is coming
When you’re alone.
Alone with your thoughts
Alone with your regrets
With no one next to you to kiss your face all over and wish you goodnight
The night is coming, babe.
And you’re going to reach out in desperation to me.
And I will relish leaving you alone.
The same way you left me.
And knowing that you loved it
To see me sad over you.
I will cherish every desperate cry of regret you utter to me.
And hold them in my heart like treasure
As you bellow again and again “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.”
And I leave you feeling exactly like you made me feel
Like there is no one there listening
And you’re not heard
Aug 2019 · 446
Alone
Grace E Aug 2019
You left me to bleed,
Alone.
You left me alone
I needed you
Aug 2019 · 493
In Love
Grace E Aug 2019
We delved into a love
From which we never recovered
Aug 2019 · 655
Camping
Grace E Aug 2019
Deep beneath the pines and firs
Looming in darkness, a mountains soul
Where the eagles make their roost
And the foxes dig their holes
A fire crackles to keep us warm
A blaze standing tall and bright
The forests darkness dims
And flees on the wings of firelight
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