Mel. D.

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The red line slowly rises,
Puffy and bold against my pale arm. 
Why must I make so many promises
If I'm the only one that I harm. 
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You have eyes of chocolate
Oh, so impossibly sweet.
They're my absolute favorite,
My most looked forward to treat.
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We've always been the very best of friends,
And I told her all of my secret stuff,
Private matters she promised to defend,
And I thought that her promise was enough.
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There is too much junk in my little world
That requires my attention and care,
Causing my sanity to come unfurled
And yell at life to get out of my hair.
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Dark things lurk in the dark;
They come out to play at night.
But I don't hide myself from them
Even though the monsters can bite.
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If I told you I didn't like you,
Would that fix my sin?
If I were to say I wasn't in love,
Would you love me again?
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With the night come fears,
But I can't show my tears.
Holding it in all these years
Is harder than it appears.
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"Be a good girl while I'm gone, "
Daddy told his daughter as he walked out the door,
Leaving for three months on his first trip with his new job,
Leaving her alone with the woman she's come to abhor.
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I sneak through the woods
where everything is covered in snow.
While walking as quiet as I could,
I try not to let my panic show.
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It was a pretty normal day, innocent,
Going into the church's basement
To get the signs out of the closet,
Laughing and joking with him as we went.
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11.

Maybe if I try really hard,
I can lead a life of pretend,
Because why should I be spared
If with the devil I contend.
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We had our first date tonight.
I didn't know what to expect.
It turned out to be alright-
No, actually, it was perfect.
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I'm the kind of person who will say
As my head rolls down the corridor,
'Yeah, I am doing pretty okay, '
While I watch my body hit the floor.
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Entering through the church door,
I gain a sense of security.
This is what I love to live for,
Why I never miss a Sunday. 
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15.

Soaring through the air
Back and forth I swing
Reaching for the sun's glare,
Listening to the wind sing. 
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As the world winds down and goes to sleep,
My eyes refuse to close and my mind to dream. 
Instead my thoughts penetrate my heart deep
As you become my brain's recurring theme. 
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The light is too bright and the darkness too deep,
The silence too shattering, every breath screaming,
Every thought stabbing, not able to plunge into sleep
Yet longing for a moment of peace to be dreaming,
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Sometimes I don't pay attention to how hot I turn the water.
Sometimes it's so hot that it sears my unsuspecting skin.
Sometimes I do notice and tell myself that it doesn't matter.
Sometimes I feel like it's enough to finally match what's within.
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The Best Poem Of Mel. D.

Aloe Vera

The red line slowly rises,
Puffy and bold against my pale arm. 
Why must I make so many promises
If I'm the only one that I harm. 

It's my only escape from everything,
My salve for life's harsh burns.
It's for when challenges are flaring
and it seems as if insanity governs. 

It's for when friends just don't understand
And are suddenly horrible at advising. 
When there is no helping hand,
The pain looks its most enticing. 

It's for when the secrets get heavy
And I can't risk letting myself shout. 
When I need some relief badly,
The pain is how I balance it out. 

It's for when I can't take any more stress
And no one is there to calm me down. 
When my plate is a too-full mess,
The pain helps me not to drown. 

The heated metal expands on my skin,
Searing through every friend's promising sneer,
Breaking through my distress boiling within. 
Burning has become my aloe vera. 

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