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Every time you sent me
one of your fake smiles,
I clenched my fists
and covered my eyes,
pretending I knew nothing.
Turn away and keep quiet,
Isn't that how the world works?
No one loves me
I'm not worth a single drop of blood

It would be wasted
If you spilt it for me

And dry your tears
For I'm the only one that has to cry

This time,
So there's no use shedding them for me

Sometimes, I wish I knew
How to disappear completely

So no one would remember my voice
Have no memories with me

I feel like life
Would merrily move along

If I were just simply
Gone
                     Gone

    Gone.
The titles also a radiohead song. But it doesnt seem like a bad idea. Erase everyones memories of me and just leave. Fall back into the everlong seas of black unconcious and then hopefully to the end of time- the extraterrestrial, super inconcievable meaning of life. I believe we find it when we die. I dont even know, I dont think anyone loves me so its about that time.
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
Rachel
i'm sorry i seem so
indifferent lately but
i feel like my
bloodstream is
running cold and
my heart is getting
cold and
everything is running
cold but i swear it's
not my fault i've
been standing
out in the rain for
so long.
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
Dear God
We born we die
We fall we rise
We lose we fight
We erase we try
We hurt we cry
We drown we slide
We blame we smite
We live we **write
I love writing, I fell it in my bones.
And when the ispiration comes,
It's always a pleasure to me,
to make it real..
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
Mya
In that moment of weakness
I relapsed
I forgave
And was destroyed
Again
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
S
Up
 Mar 2015 Amber Bowen
S
Up
I look up and I see the sky,
I see color,
I see life,
But no help.

Who will help?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see movement,
I see peace,
But no comfort.

Who will comfort?

I look up and I see the sky,
I see flocks,
I see space,
But no answers.

Who will answer?
The world has many questions and many people. Yet there seem to be few people with any answers.
When it happens,
when our lips meet for the first time
and the world around us melts like an ice cube on hot tarmac,
I want to feel like this.

I want to feel like this,
with that song drowning out the sounds of our pining hearts,
when our lips brush together for the first time.

I hope the world softens around us
like it does when I feel like this.
I want our pulses to beat out a song that makes me feel like this one does.

For the first time when our lips touch
I want to get high off of that feeling
like I get high off of the unimaginable beauty that I experience in the simple things.
I experienced a new kind of happy feeling and I hope that my first kiss will feel this good.
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