Left OutShe's left out to follow the opposite of begettingLeft Out2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
She's somewhat depressed, somewhat deflected
But possibly willing to change reflections
I don't know myself but what I do know is that
She's so shy, so awry, but possibly willing to fly
But it's hard to try when all her surroundings
Are all that's on her mind along with herself
Something in her dying and fading away
Yet, the days that went blind in a way
Now she's sighing, supplying her days with the flying night
But in many ways, I think she's sensing great emphasis
All while she aspirates through out the day
But she's left out and facing today without a hand
Next to her seconds, her days are become sections
Now that the dusk met the dust
I feel like every other thought of hers becomes synthetic
As she hears someone is gonna end up here, sympathetically
She's left out but some surveillance is her salvation
Help is all th
Letters to the PastTo my 24...Letters to the Past1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're starting to understand
There's maybe such a thing
As happy endings
To my 21...
The world has changed for you
But I promise I'll be here
To pick up the pieces
To my 18...
You're stronger than you think
And the fallacy you live in
Needs to break
To my 15...
Please don't hate yourself
You're right to think you're different
Just be patient
To my 12...
I know you're broken
You can't cry now
But someday you will
To my 9...
Even now so awkward
Life is one big puzzle board
You're just not meant to fix
To my 6...
So brave you stand
I'm ever proud of you
Refusing to submit
To my 3...
I don't have words
Time won't bring her back
But she'll never leave you
I'm 26 next month
I wonder what letters
I'd get back
(Don't) Reach For ItThere is demise in front of you today(Don't) Reach For It1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Please, for me, don't reach for it now
You're not filled with barren passions
You have this day, you have yesterday
You even have me on your enthusiasm
My unfallen compassion had always been
Reaching your unfallen attraction anyways
After all, I've always had a bleeding heart
I still see you standing there staring at
Chosen despairs so where are you really
Going with the tears that do bear wings?
Is it because your conceptions may
Be becoming your new perception?
Either way, I'm here, she's here, he's here
And your motives are here so if you need
Some help getting through what you end
Up with, someone is open to offer you
Some of their moments to hear your chimes
No matter what, many wo
a 500 mile dashOh feeble heart, don't stopa 500 mile dash1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only need a moment
to catch my breath. The
incessant rise and fall
of my chest is almost
as exhausting as knowing
I've got years more of this
oxygen-laced race to run.
Papers and Cake Roses were a curious flower, rife with symbolic meaning yet rarely understood. Thorns and blossoms forming an artistic counterpoint, Lyra ceased fussing with the arrangement and finally turned up her face to acknowledge her tutor. It was a rare concession, but she’d grown bored with the basic exercises she’d already done and knew he wouldn't let her advance if she didn't listen to him drone on about what was next. Oddly, he made no move to launch into one of his speeches, and after a moment she realized he hadn't paid her any attention as she ignored him.Papers and Cake1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lyra felt no shame or irony at the reprimand in her voice. Her parents paid him good money; it was his duty to sit and allow her to torment him. Vexingly, he didn't so much as look up, and instead continued writing something in the slim notebook he always carried with him. She'd thought it was to take down his reports on her progress but judging fr
Our Own LevelI have come a long way, I have gotten farOur Own Level2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By now, I have done so much
I have made decisions of both sides
But I'm starting to realize that
No one on this Earth is pitch perfect
However, we're all smart on our own level
Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong
Whether your a girl with blonde hair or a guy with black hair
It's what's on the inside that counts
Your smart at your own level, you think at your own level
We all get information at our own paste
We all learn differently so don't feel alone if you don't get info that fast
We smart at our own level, no one is pitch perfect either
Even I'm not all that perfect but I'm learning at my own rate
I get stuff right and wrong to so your not alone
If you give a piece of your time to peace
Peace will help you even more
From peace, I've already picked a side
But it's up to you to choose which side
You want to really be on because it's not up to me
What can do though is help you
Just tell me who you wanna be
HushBe quiet, so quiet,Hush6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I cant hear you speak,
Your words- they enrage me,
Pathetic and weak.
Youre no one,
A cold witless stare,
Youre so sad,
Theres nobody there.
Youre too thoughtful,
I am sick of you now,
I dont love you,
Dont want you,
Dont like you somehow.
So be mute,
Just to deafen,
The person I hate,
Youre just nothing,
Just no one,
A clean hollow slate.
I'll Never Grow TiredTonight I'm going to stop youI'll Never Grow Tired1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the porch, we'll stand toe to toe
the way we used to when
the pulse that thrummed
quick and strong through our veins
sang out our young, unbridled hope.
Our eyes will meet and,
just like the first time,
I'll take a moment to run my fingers
through your shining thoughts and
caress the sharp lines of your mind.
I'll lean forward and press my lips onto
the the flower-petal curve of your self-expression,
and that will be enough for you
to take me by the hand
and lead me up the stairs.
In the soft moonlight that filters through
the trees and our gauzy curtains
I'll unbutton your fears and slip them from your shoulders,
revealing smooth broad dreams. And,
careful not to miss a single freckle of insecurity,
I'll kiss my way down to the hollow of your throat,
where your soft-spoken tendencies
rest among unshakable beliefs.
Between the ridges of your ribs I'll count your worries
and smooth them away with my fingertips.
Over the subtle curve of your hips