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Vylette Apr 2015
If you're havin' a smoke

Take a gentle ****

So you're not left breathless

By what life will evoke

If you get too high

And time will pass you by

Faster than you know

Faster than you know

So you sit and wonder why

You can't go slow

The cherry burns brighter

As you try to gain control
Vylette Jan 2015
I stay awake
Staring at the darkness
Long into the hours of the night
Dreams are fleeting
To the restless mind
Intangible goals
Can't be unreached
No point to being rested
When the bottom is the peak


And I'm headed there
The end is the beginning
I will cry a sea of tears
And jump in
Not knowing if I will sink or swim
Because I'm not a sailor
Only in my imagination
And not my memory
Do I know the sea
Vylette Dec 2014
Somewhere buried, the secret garden moans
helpless and homely, it grows, it knows
that we are searching, relentless and slow
lost together but also alone

she sits by the fences, an outsider now
different from others, not exactly sure how
seeing more widely like a curse of understanding
getting to the end of a life but not dying

help, someone says, reaching out, take my hand
show me the secret you have in your brain
open so wide that no secrets remain
they will dissect you in the end anyway

forgotten in time is a place to go hide
I try to find it and can't but instead I go blind
piecing together the remnants of plight
nothing to eat that won't hurt precious life
Vylette Oct 2014
There's something about the simple truth,
that it's not love anymore,
that shakes me to the core.
You will never know this suffering,
that I hide behind sparse words of false joy.
Im no more better than the day I wanted to die,
on the sea side.
Im seeing an image of you in my mind and I cry.
I try to be ok but why fight,
when time,
they say,
is the only thing that can win the battle of my broken heart.
But how much,
that part’s unknown.
And in the meanwhile,
no where feels like home,
I’ll be shattered and alone,
to cry tears that go unseen and hear the echo of words that made me

dream
Vylette Oct 2014
I don't know if you can see right now,
your energy is all encompassing to me, you are in tune with everyone and everything even when you don't realise.
Your soul calls out,
I hear it, is it calling me?
An idea, a probability?  
I love you so very much. I can only hope you understand what that means. Soul mate yes, is a once In a lifetime thing, but so is love, real love.
The meaning just got diluted along with our culture, and tossed around frivolously until it could be applied to all intimate situations.
Not so, not for me.
You are for me, if you want to be
Vylette Aug 2014
I'm looking Down
imagining falling off the balcony.
Hands first
Silent because once falling,
I can't scream.
My arms outstreached to brace my face
as it nears the stone.
That Moment the ground is there
I Close my eyes,
Arms break but Skull is smashed a second later
so I don't process any of it.

Then what.
I don't know.
But she does.
She just Jumped
Vylette Jul 2014
The Sun shines above the clouds
While it's raining below
The storm always passes
Though someday a new one will take its place
That one will also pass
So don't put worry into it

It's the storms that make the flowers grow
You remember analysing poems in school, I hated it because- how could a teacher's opinion have more validation than my own when all it came down to was personal interpretation? Storms are my metaphor for arguments.
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