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sierra Apr 2016
Sweat
Fills my palms
I scratch
My head
Pulling out
All my hair
On the inside
I am screaming
On the outside
My eyes
Fall deep
Into their concave
Sockets
Shaking
I swear
Out loud
Sorry mom
I am not angry
Just disappointed
  Apr 2016 sierra
archwolf-angel
Intrusive noises in between moments
Crazy voices overwhelming me
Once, twice, thrice
I'm losing control of what has been

Bidding farewell to tears at night
Greeting tasteful smiles
The touch of your gentle palms
Once too many times

Whispers of endearing love
Images that takes me to space
Your hand in mine
Something I never want to give away

Savouring every moment
Every touch, every skip of the heartbeat
Your sweet words alone
Could counter all the nasty things

Hold me close
Let your smooth scent engulf me
And take my breath away

Let us embrace this
This everlasting
comforting
little space


Hello you
My gentle *muse
sierra Apr 2016
All my friends go out at night
Drinking beer
Getting in fights
I like to stay in
Watch TV
Do they think this is weird of me?
I don't do drugs
I don't drink beer
And I haven't in about a year
I don't like to party
I don't like to rage
Am I trapping myself up in a cage?
I get left out
Because I'm edge
But I don't want to be 20 and dead
I love my body
I love my soul
I don't want to damage that
With alcohol
sierra Apr 2016
Yes, I like girls
Yes, I like boys
No, I don't like to toy
With people's hearts
I find them quite fragile
No, I'm not agile
I won't steal your love
No, I don't like three or above
I like girls
I like boys
I love myself
And I'm not a toy
I've been coming to terms with my sexuality a lot this week, and I thought this would be the most comfortable way to get my thoughts out about how I feel.
sierra Mar 2016
easily
I am forgotten
torn apart
similar to nothing

back of the line
I receive no praise
like snow melts
in driveways

I break my back
you steal the brace
preventing me
from winning first place

what's the point
in this senseless commotion
I have no fans
you have extreme devotion
sierra Mar 2016
I am becoming less relevant
In the eyes of the ones I love
Maybe it's just my brain
Shutting down

He posts photos of nature
Does he love her more than me?
She betrayed my friendship
Does it mean anything?

I'm just a one beat song
In a world of musical beings
Writing down words
With awkward spacing

I call poetry my love
I have no idea what I'm doing
Everyone has their someone
I just wish my someone had me
sierra Mar 2016
I sketch out lifeless figures on notebook paper
As if they will receive some sort of praise or justification

I am unaware of the people around me
The suffering they all face

I sit
Heavily caught up in the waves of my own self absorbant prophecy

Why am I so aloof?
Who is there to stop me?

Myself?
I will remain untouched

By the pounding fist of progress
I will lay

A lifeless figure
Gently sketched out on notebook paper
I wrote this in like 5 minutes, but I had a thought...
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