Maria

Jun 2015

Angie S

At 2 am broken thoughts
Seeped out of my skin and soaked the bedsheets
At 1 am writing diary entries
Because happy things happened and
Forgetting sadness requires remembering happiness
At 12 am on the computer
Wasting away life for a lack of motivation,
Becoming motivated,
And then self loathing for wasting life
At 11 pm drawing a picture
(Because someone else wanted it)

The things i really want
They are scattered in between the carpet
And peel and tear at my feet when i walk across it
At 2 am im a broken thought

Its 2 am and i feel really ****** (again)
but i found myself writing again so thats a start

#broken #depression #lonely #sadness #night #morning #2am

Maria Jun 2015

I'll throw my caution to the wind if you promise to catch it.

It's summer now.
May has come and gone, June is nearly done.
My hair is pulled up
and so are my spirits.

I take note of the way I feel
because it might just be the feeling of redemption.
Maybe I'm not cursed,
perhaps I've been cured!

Lemonade and iced tea,
you sit on the front porch with me.
It's almost bittersweet how you ignored me for so long
and today we both smiled with the morning sun.

Maria Jun 2015

Hearts Like Rocks

I thought you were a diamond,
but it was just the lighting.
You are nothing but shards of broken glass.

I can't count the people I love on all of my bones,
there are too many fresh heart-breakers to intentionally leave out.
But I sure as hell love more plastic than I do gold.

When will I find someone as solid as a stone on a ring?
Rare gems are buried deep
and worth more than I could dare to keep.

Looks can be deceiving.
Too many golden people fall in love with sparkling trash
and no one cares as long as they are fooled.

The more I give away my fragile limestone heart,
the more it degrades under the watery admiration of cave tourists.

I sound like a *****,
and depending on who you ask, I probably am one.
But I deserve a love made of palladium, gold, silver, lapis,
something strong enough to withstand time
and sins of the miners that depend on my forgiveness.

Jun 2015

Bryn Dawes

Water, water everywhere

Teardrops make a river,
That runs into a lake,
My dreams now flow in streams,
Showing the world all my mistakes,
Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink,
Can’t close my eyes or try to blink,
So I just lie awake

Lost in a deep sea of thoughts,
Hold on or I might sink,
Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink

Looking over the edge,
And see nothing looking back,
Become what I’ve been running from,
And descend into the black,
Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink,
Now my tears turn to the black of ink,
Each drop deepening the cracks

Putting rocks in my pockets,
So that I always sink,
Am I dead or alive instead?
Too many waves and I can’t think,
Water, water everywhere,
Water, water everywhere,
And not a drop to drink