A Little Deeper

One of our authors sent me this poem and requested it be posted anonymously. Enjoy.
-Lady E

There’s nothing left.

All you feel is pain.

No

one

loves

you.

There’s nothing left.

All

you

are

is

numb.

Why are you here?

No one cares about you.

You

weren’t

meant

to

live.

You

collapse

into

darkness.

The whole world is black.

You take your weapon of choice.

Just

one

more

time, you say.

You breathe in,

you breathe out.

You press down

HARD.

You breathe a sigh of relief.

Colors everywhere.

Exhaustion flows out your veins.

You went a little further than last time.

So what?

It’s

just

a

little

deeper.

Best Friends

Best friends always have your back

Best friends stand up for you even when you’re wrong

Best friends will pick up the phone and chat like they saw you yesterday when it’s been months

Best friends keep secrets

Best friends know when you need a hug

Best friends protect you

Best friends will always listen

Best friends are a shoulder to cry on

Best friends will laugh with you

Best friends will squeal, laugh, and cry with you about your crush on a boy they’ve never met

Best friends never have IOUs

Best friends will loan you their favorite shirt when you’ve spilled ketchup on yours

Best friends make waffles in the morning without knowing how to work to waffle maker

Best friends can be trusted with your embarrassing photos, videos, and stories

Best friends will never tell your secrets

Best friends stay best friends no matter what

A best friend is something everyone needs to have

Talking to boys. An awkward poem by Lady Elisabeth

Hey there.

I like your... 

Everything

Hey-

I wanted to tell you

That you smell like coconuts

I like coconuts.

Do you think maybe...

Never mind.

Did you know that I still have a baby tooth?

Yeah...

Um..

So where do you go to school?

Oh cool.

Me? No, I'm homeschooled.

Yes, really...

Hey do you watch Doctor Who?

Oh. Why not?

Hey...

Do you...

I mean, will you...

Can we...

There's this dance...

And maybe do you want to come with me?

afraid of the dark

years and years i've been in this place

with big shapes and contraptions to haunt me

not even a shard of glass to look at my face
nothing to heal the scars that are upon me

the sun rises and sets and i stand by the window

occasionally a bird whistles at me

i see the children play and i want to be with them

but i can't because of these hands that belong to me

i cannot eat and i cannot drink

and i have no one to talk to

therefore i observe and i think

even at the times when i don't want to

i'm barely human, i'm unfinished

my father didn't wake up

i'm not augmented and therefore diminished

but i do not cry or wail like a pup

with no blanket to shield and no light to see 

i wonder what's going to become of me

with my torn up bed and wall of pictures

they're my only company

one day i wonder what would happen

if i went to sleep and didn't wake up

like my father who was old and gray 

but i cannot live like this, it is enough 

if you're reading this, please come and save me

i'm afraid of the dark, i don't know what to do

don't ever leave, don't ever forsake me

i want to hope that i am worthy of you.

for edward scissorhands || originally posted here.
happy new year, everyone :)
-jocee <3

wanderlust - by jocee

flowing, whispering, haunting, growing

waiting, belittling, wanting, knowing 

secrets that are held beneath the clouds

oh how i want to find them now. 

sitting, thinking, fiddling, singing

looking, feeling, standing, ringing

the sounds that i hear and the sights that i see

could one of them be only for me?

in this small town with my old carpet bag

and my blue good dress and my brown straw hat

waiting for a train to take me away

anywhere, anyone, to let the time fade away

rustling, chatting, clinking, fearing

bumping, skimming, milling, nearing

imagining on a boat that takes me far into the sea

with no one else, just i, myself and me

eating, drinking, dancing, sleeping

laughing, acting, sighing, weeping 

imagining my life if i wasn't here

maybe on the streets of paris

london, athens, montreal, tokyo

new york, beijing, rio, moscow

traveling the world, along the seven seas

being who i was intended to be

a traveler, a sightseer, a dancer, an artist

with my incurable case of wanderlust 

anything but this small town that i'm in

and by golly i won't know where to begin

just hop on a train that'll take me away

where i'll forget the time of the day

i'll venture and roam around the world

with my incurable case of wanderlust. 

-jocee <3

Supernova Part Two: The Sorrows of a Young Lady Named Sophie Grace as She Boards an Aeroplane (A Poem in Two parts By Lady Elisabeth

Oh my love
Can I truly bear this?
To be so far away?
They say London is vast and exciting
Some say its beautiful
But I don't care a whit for cities

Isaac my love
If I close my eyes
I can see your sparkling blue ones
I can almost hear your last words to me
Don't go
I need you Sophie Grace


No! I cry out
The wheels start turning
The frame of this metal bird lifts off
Any other day, I would stare out the window
Laughing at the world

But today, my Love?
I look out the window
Tears in my eyes
Longing to be again
On the ground

I think I can almost see you Isaac
Down in Mr. Hiller's cornfield
Staring back up at me
Are you crying for me as well?
But that's just a fantasy I suppose
But I'll whisper your name once more
I'll let the angels bring my words down to you
Are you there Isaac?
Are you there?

Supernova Part One: The Wish of a Boy Named Isaac Upon a Single Star ( A Poem in two parts byLady Elisabeth)

I made a wish

on a star

For you to be mine forever 

I wished for us

to be happy 

Together

In fields of dragonflies

and magic

Time would stand still            

The world would be ours

When we kissed

We would be one

And the world would dissolve

Into oblivion

But it wouldn't matter

It would be our supernova

Chaos in its purest form

Love deep and guttural

Perfection in a single embrace

We were naught but consciousness

Drifting together through the cosmos

Not caring about the consequences 

The only sounds we would know

Are the echos of the Universe

And the whisper call of your name

Throughout the galaxies

Sophie Grace

Sophie Grace

Sophie Grace

As our falling star traced its way

Past the bright full moon

I saw that it was not a star

But an aeroplane

Carrying you far away from me

But still I cry out

Sophie Grace!

Sophie Grace!

once upon a time - by jocee

there was a boy

who lived in a village

and his only friend was his fishing pole 

he'd go down by the pond

and sit the sun

and tell the pole all his troubles

there was a girl

who lived in big house

and her only friend was the girl in her mirror

she'd sit in her room

and brush her hair

and tell the girl in the mirror all her troubles

the boy grew up and his hair turned gray

his fishing pole is gone, his only friend

but he doesn't mind, because he has another pole

and lots of other friends 

the girl grew up and her hair turned gray

her mirror is broken, her only friend

but she doesn't mind, because she has another mirror

and lots of other friends

the boy had married and had children

and built a house by the pond

and his children had children

of whom he's more than fond

the girl had married and had children

and moved into a house by the pond

and her children had children

of whom she's more than fond

and every night his grandchildren come to the house

and sit excitedly in a circle

and they beg to hear the story

that he's already told them so many times

about how he met a girl whose only friend was the girl she saw in the mirror

and every night her grandchildren come to the house

and sit excitedly in a circle

and they bed to hear the story

that she's already told them so many times

about how she met a boy whose only friend was his fishing pole

how they laughed and cried and hugged and fought

how hey skipped and ran and cantered and trotted

and their mirror and fishing pole was long since forgotten

and so they tell their story night after night

and each begin their tale with "once upon a time" 

they smile at their grandchildren's faces

and continue after those four simple words

and dear reader, as you read this poem

i am sure that you can guess

that like the pairing of love and lace

the rest of the story fell right into place

~grab your pen and scribble down some words. you never know what might happen.~

Jocee <3

A Boy and A Girl (A poem by Lady Elisabeth)

I knew a girl

With dark diamond eyes

And a smile

As sweet as the rain

She knew a boy

With clouds in his past

And his eyes

Were full of such pain

She took his hand

And taught him of love

But his gaze

Was still ever so sad

So she held him tight

And whisked him away

To places

So perfect and grand

He loved her so true

But it never could be

Whispered

Voices inside of his ears

He'd rather be dead

Than be without her

But he left

Taking only his fears

If you see a man

With nothing to lose

And eyes

That are full of regret

He can't find a woman

With dark diamond eyes

Her heart torn

By invisible threats