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 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
madison
Shadows.
They are everywhere. In the corners, behind things, in front of things but the one that scares me the most is the one behind ME. He follows me where ever I go, dragging my past and secrets with him. I wish he would go away but then again, I don't. Because then I would be all alone. Only to watch the other shadows and think, "How many secrets is that one burdened with?"
My shadow has my past in a death grip and he won't let go of it. He holds on so tightly that I can't breathe. Strangling me so slowly that no one, not even their shadows, can see what is happening before it becomes to late and I am gone; along with my shadow,
so he never has to drag around my past and secrets again.

*He will finally be free of me.
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
GvSparx
Can you count the number of drops
that you see
falling down from the sky to the ground
hundred feet down?
That's too much?

Can you count the number of drops
that you see
caressing the window
right now?
That's too much?

Stretch your palm out
of the window
And catch as many pearls as you can
And tell me now

Can you count the number of drops
that are falling off
your hand
That's too much?

Can you count the number of drops
that your hand
can pour down on mine
That's too much?

That's love!
The drops that you see falling from the sky symbolize people in love that you see passing by in front of your eyes. You see them for a fraction of time and you really don't know if they stay together or are washed away in time.

The drops you see caressing the window symbolize, people who you live around you, the people you know. These drops fall on the window of your life. You see them individually, slowly coming together and sometimes, not being able to take the weight and falling down the window.

You get nothing from any of these unless you put an effort to stretch your palm, looking for the drops that can quench the thirst of your soul. In this way, you find innumerable people, no matter how much effort you put in some drops would fall with the momentum, joining the fleet of the drops that race towards the ground.

Finally your determination, effort, faith, trust and fate would save a few drops. These drops are things that you always wanted for yourself. Now you decide to share eveything you build with so much conviction with someone special without any hesitation, rules and regulations. You don't know how much you have to give and but you feel you just want to give everything that you have.

That's when you love!
A spider’s web,
So beautiful,
So intricate.
A work of art,
Worthy of admiration.

A spider’s web,
So evil,
So restrictive.
A prison,
Worthy of the innocent.

The spider itself,
Running on instinct,
Never realizing how much they torture their victims.
Yet, how enticing they make their webs,
Seduction, trust, desire.
Bugs don’t realize what they’re getting into
Before they get trapped.

Stuck, unable to move, forced into torture.
Abused physically, mentally, forced to love.
But we accept the love we think we deserve.

We deserve this pain, they love us.
Draining the life out of me,
They only do it because they love us.
They don’t mean it.

The bruises on my mind and on my body are love wounds.
My heart only beats for them,
I am loyal to my spider.
He abuses me because he loves me,
Because he doesn't know better.

Then the spider kills its prey,
The truest sign of love.
About abusive relationships.
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
Kelsey
Torn
 Mar 2014 Willow-Anne
Kelsey
I love you;

I really do.

I trust you with my life,

or at least I did.
I gave you everything I had.

You were the best thing that ever happened to me.


Distance is hard, but I still love you.

I believe we can go back to how we once were, but do you agree?

My heart tells me to stay;

My brain tells me to go.

I can picture us together in the future, but maybe right now isn’t the right time.

What if I leave and this becomes the biggest mistake of my life?

But what if I stay and this becomes the biggest mistake of my life?

Whatever I choose,
I know one thing for sure;

I love you.
Nothing will ever change that.
The world wins.
I now concede.
Go ahead and cure my terminal disease.

Prescribe some pills.
My eyes fixed ahead.
The independent me is now completely dead.

I'll fit right in.
My smile really hurts
Grab your black shovel and cover me with dirt.

The grey cubicle walls
Are my favorite place.
I don a dull mask that covers my face.

I bow at science’s altar
I'm a cog within the wheel
Numbness permeates until I can’t feel
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