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 Jul 2013 Yolanda Smith
Rlavr
The truth is that I'm scared that I'll come home one day
And find you gone
No note
No letter
No trace
No goodbye
Like you were just a hallucination
That lasted for 13 months

The truth is that I liked that girl
Because she looked like you
Talked like you
Thought like you
Cursed like you
Laughed like you
Only a lot less passionate
And she is not you.

Because I have trudged through this Earth until I found you
And now I stride with purpose
Because I thought the sky is either blue or grey because it is sad
Now I know that it's simply Rayleigh scattering
Which has nothing to do with our lives
Because I saw, in the mirror, a sad someone who deserved misery
Now I see a smile that reflects in my eyes

I don't want to lose you.
Wild mix of wild feels
 Jul 2013 Yolanda Smith
ritz
It's silly how my emotions came to haunt my future.  they made me feel no sympathy. no feeling in the universe for no soul. these tempermants boiled during my childhood. I always had my way. I would love to yell,scream, and fight but this time I won't get What I want.
 Jul 2013 Yolanda Smith
Sir B
I am sorry for being me
I am sorry for being a ****
I am sorry for being obsessed about you
I am sorry for being in love
I am sorry for being stupid
I am sorry for being a pain
I am sorry for being suicidal
I am sorry for being everything everyone dislikes
I apologize for everything that I have done.
I don't understand anything.
I am sorry.
I hope you can forgive me...
I hope you decide to forgive me and everyone who reads it too, if you don't... Well, I can't do anything about it.
If your mind is in the right place,
a wound that keeps dripping is just an annoyance.

Blood on my lips because I opened the beer bottle lighter style
with a cheap blue steal knife
that mistakenly snapped off the glass with the cap
and left edges that are sharper than they look.

I sipped anyway,
and now my top lip is bleeding like a geyser
but it doesn't hurt.

The only problem is someone else might see it and think I'm weird.
Which is the same **** problem as always,
except usually I don't actually bleed.
You're talking in your sleep,
The words begin to creep,
You're opening up your mind to me tonight.
You shiver in your dreams,
The nightmares that you see,
Are the dark and clouded memories of mine.

And I would help you out,
All you have to do is shout,
I'd dive into your shiny restless eyes.
The horror that was me,
Burning in the sea,
Bathing in your cold and helpless cries.

The portals in your head push me aside,
The stories that I say tear up the night,
Just give me one more chance to show you the light,
I'm the noise behind your eyes,
Whispering your prayers,
I'm your soothsayer.

The leaves are turning blue,
Poisoned in your hue,
Collapse into the void I made inside,
I see me through your eyes,
While you hide within your cries,
I'll tell you what tomorrow brings tonight.
On silken wings and silken strings
the garden doth awake
and from their beds those sleepy heads
their petals gently shake
a snail or two say how are you
as bumblebees take wing
to nectar sweet with sticky feet
as skylarks start to sing
a ladybug sleeps yet so snug
beneath a quilted leaf
her dreams untold as wings unfold
as earthworms crawl beneath
the ants at work refuse to shirk
they have no time to play
and cabbage whites like stars at night
take flight and fly away
the field mouse and wooded louse
attract the watchful eye
of tawny owl and feathered fowl
that own the morning sky
a homeward cat puts pay to that
no bird is fool enough
to try to land where danger stands
All teeth and claws called Fluff
so morrow breaks and nature wakes
and soon enough will we
but until then this land of men
is theirs so naturally
You're my favourite watch
with each movement
of your

hands


;)
Spring

shakes off
winters late advances

to flirt
with summer.
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