invisible girl
no one sees me:
life's plain, and simple,
and see through.
my patient mind is becoming
evanesce:
i. am. slipping. away. slowly.
but your hands still glide
up and down my
transparent rib cage
and i appear to brighten;
are you bleeding colors
into my parched veins-
or am i draining your
vibrance by loving you?
undergone construction
you boarded up my chest
with planks and nails
(you missed my heart by only
inches, mind you)
enclosed my soul behind
brick walls like jails
(kept my feelings captive
for a favor or two)
you tacked my throat under
new hard-wood floors
(yet you cried at the sight
of the excess blood stains)
and strangled me as you
struggled to slam the door
(too much to handle,
you continued over my remains)
SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED! (the importance of proper grammar)
I've been waiting a long time for this kind of challenge, here goes... First of all, know what 'to/too/two' to use, what 'your/you're', what 'there/they're/their' and what 'were/we're'... Every word has a time and place: choose and use yours carefully, and make sure you know what you're talking about.
Second, (this is one I really press), use correct apostrophes! It's I'm, not im. They've, not theyve. We're instead of were... need I go on? But the very worst of all: you should always strive not to use an apostrophe when it's not supposed to be used! For example: "They we're going to sit there." Grr! Writing that alone made me want to rip out my hair... I think/hope you all feel similarly- I believe it makes Prose. a lot more fun and entertaining when my mind isn't screaming at me: HE USED THE WRONG YOU'RE!
a fail of a floral fairytale
scents of bliss and
butterscotch
kissed her center
her stem so
long,
skinny and frail
her leaves
peppered
with rain drops
her petals alive with
colors playing
catch with the sun
and her roots ripped
from comfort
to form the perfect grave
if only wildflowers
could survive
thunderstorms.
don’t ask me why
My future seemed bright but the light is fading. My love seemed caught but it seems to be escaping. My thoughts were aligned but have been tossed up like a bad game of scrabble. Things that were once solid leave and die and get lost in the rabble. Eating used to be too easy, but now it makes me nervous. Maybe if I go to sleep for a while I'll be doing everyone good service. All I really need is a good friend, or a few. But silence is stability and you can't have the two. I keep getting lost in thought but the words I write are stained. Writing was my savior but now it seems so strained.
she who is
she is an off-white speck
on a white wall.
a cabbage-patch kid in a world
of barbie dolls.
the one who thinks just a
little more than she lets on.
the one who has more love
than you care to come upon.
she wears weird clothes
because she needs to stand out.
she will talk your ear off
because silence fills her with doubt.
she won't let you love her
because love often doesn't last,
and she can't seem to step
out of all the shadows she's cast.
