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Gale L Mccoy May 2018
by what unit is good enough measured
is it the calluses and cuts on a hand
the crack of a sore back
or by the number of times
skin meets pavement

is it an neglected apartment
the dust collecting on beloved projects
or number of friends
no longer waiting for a reply

tell me
to whom do you bottle your blood for
till when do you wash the sweat off
for what do you owe this pain
so where is the limit

              will I/they ever be satisfied
  
                         can i take a break yet
                or is this not good enough
Gale L Mccoy May 2018
for once in my life
i am excited for summer
for i will not be forced
to stand in its sweltering heat
instead i will let the sun
burn my shoulders
on my own terms
Gale L Mccoy May 2018
I’m exactly where I want to be
On this cold, empty, cliff
With waves crashing
And wind swirling
The sky is clear and blue
But the air is biting
and the light is blinding
My lips are dry
  
I’m exactly where I need to be
Right by your side
As your toes are hanging
They see the dark water
My hands are sure and true
As they hold you back
I wont let you die
a piece from 2013. I remember exactly why I wrote this how I felt writing it. It means a lot to me even now
Gale L Mccoy May 2018
The cruel boy will not giggle
Or the cold-hearted harpy
Must crusade on the street
She will seize.
She will finally speak in the summer
She shall flare with the lovestruck traveler
She will flounder
She shall not seize on a cloudy day
She shall strike
a piece I wrote a year ago and just found again. I absolutely dont remember writing it.
Gale L Mccoy Apr 2018
blood stain/ satisfaction/ disgust in self
satisfaction/ fascination/ continuation
desperation/ continuation/ desperation
alteration/ ask for help/ alteration
desperation
continuation/ continuation/ continuation
Gale L Mccoy Apr 2018
you messed up
you gave in
accept it
accept it
but stop it
please stop it
you wont ever forget this
itll be so clear to see forever on
the harder and father you go
Gale L Mccoy Apr 2018
raised to believe stagnation is a death
to stay still even in safety is a *****
never to be content with good enough
even when good enough is your best
never to take a rest
because to rest is a *****
that they say I am always falling down
there is always something to reach
“but dont you dare reach for what you love”

this is a loveless cruel thing
to never rest is to reach the end
before you’ve done anything at all
rest is not a stand still
but a chance to grow in a different way
and to reach for something you dont love
is a mocking insult to your heart and soul
that I will take no part of
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