Submissions by shadilyflourescent

My neck stiffens
From the base of my bed’s hardness
And too many dinners alone
And too many blank stares
And too many tears wasted.
It’s been 16 years
Since I was chosen
To continue this path
Of joy and laughter,
Of challenge and sacrifices.
From the beginning it’s just
Been us two
Continuing with my absent minded smile
And blissful ignorance.
But as I grow older,
It’s been harder to forget
The person who gave me
Half of my face,
Half of my body,
And supposedly half of my heart.
And my heart wrenches
At...

I'm tired of feeling
you're flowered and laced prose
that shout the unconventional
or so you think.
where everything is criticized
"Fuck America"
"marriage and religion are institutional"
"conformity shits on your mind"
but there is something that you forget
everytime you try to wring everyone's necks
that you're not the only one "suffering"
you're not the only white middle class teen
that is consistently "confused" or "heartbroken"
how many years of experience have you had
that...

A compendium of questions
Thoughts
Speculations.
A crowded mind cannot
Perceive what is to come.
Red’s, yellows, and greens
Come in multitudes.
Anxious for every step
Taken towards an inevitable future
Of living without
Faces known from the back of the hand.
Although today I thought
It would be easy
Tomorrow will be a very different day.


Sorry I have not posted any poems lately! I have been very busy with school and now I decided to write about it! Hope you enjoy :)

Once upon a full, gleaming moon,
When sorcerers mingle their midnight mixtures;
A young maiden passed me by
Enclosed in a black carriage, its wheels entrenched with earth.
The click-clock, click-clock of the musky steeds’ hooves,
Awakened me from a dull life’s sleep:
For one brief moment she looked out with a timid face,
Her sad visage briefly met mine, this sweet girl called Adeline,
My life would continue not the same.

Her dark tresses flew out glistening in the moonlight
Despite her attempts to hold them back beneath her bonnet
As thick as...

You were much sweeter
when your mind
was only filled with flowers
and thoughts of clouds

you used to be
happy with the scents
of vanilla
and cold lemonade;

you were afraid
of only sewing needles;
you didn't care
if mud splashed among your toes.

you were much sweeter
when life wasn't around,
but that was then
and this is now.