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Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
little child sitting on the stairs
late late at night
looking through the gap under the door
watching feet pass back and forth
never knowing how they knew
she was watching
or why they made her stand
at the door in the cold
they are coming for you
  
little child in a nightgown
that bore the words Hug Me
in big red letters
used to hug her parents
every single night
till she decided
they didn’t deserve it
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
where the snow melts in sunlight
but not shade
the scent of last nights candle accident
lingers a bit too strongly
the radio plays old classics
with a few too many commercials
old habits for good reasons
turn to excuses
the bitterness of blame
lingers where it's not meant to be
where it was fine and is now
not
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
i defy myself
every time i define myself
just to prove myself wrong
oh, whoops i proved myself right
  
                   i dont know what im looking for
                   but i know it when i see it
                   then i forget to be it
                   oh, whoops i forgot all of it

         i think i know more than i think i do
         never know what to do with myself
         im in several places all at once
         oh, whoops i never moved at all
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
leave
but dont go far
for you have not the energy
wonder by daylight
retreat from dark
for as much as you love it
you dont know it truly
admire the sky
but dont look up too much
youll get a crick in your neck
thatll last all day
go out
but for gods sake
dont leave the cage
you worked so hard to build
if you go too far
youll lose your way back
and have to rebuild it all
  
                                             sorry but
                                             i outgrew this cage
                                             a decade ago
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
im so far down
i have nothing to say
no words to be found
i hear bells
and i see the ticking clock
but i am so far down
i reach for nothing
for there is nothing there
instead i listen to the chimes
and watch the clock tick down
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
life is a poorly designed game
too much dead space
loading screens that last all night
unskippable cutscenes
irrelevant boss fights and tasks
no cheat codes
and the story has no direction
where is the fast forward in my life
i am in the between of everything
can i play my life
like I play video games
grinding through obstacles
till i reach the next level and the next cutscene
can i skip to the main storyline of my life
all that waits for me here
is cutting down monsters
till im strong enough to fight the boss
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2018
i will sit on a mantle of my own making
sip on wine I made myself
wear a gown of my own inspiration
pluck the crown from the mud at my feet
walk with the knowledge of my deeds
I will no more abandon my thrown
as small and neglected as it is
it will grow with me and i with it
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