Biography of Millie Fraser
all of my written pieces are inspired by whats going on in my life, hope they make you smile
Millie Fraser Poems
Someday, I Will Forget You
Someday, I will forget. And all the hurt and burnt pieces of my memory will be gone. I will someday cut my bonds, That bind me in this wretched fire.
Those Smoke Filled Days
This love that burns, This love that bites, This love that torments as i writhe in its spite. In the bloody mess of my consciousness
I’m standing on the edge, I can feel my feet start to slip. Don’t pull me back because you’ll pull me under. I can’t swim when I’m with you; I let the water close over my head. I want to jump, or at least fall, I can’t stand with you anymore beneath this thunder.
Dance With Me
Lazy days slipping away, Wish I could catch them but I'd hold them like water, Letting them fall through the gaps, Smiling as they crash around my body
Coffee Cigarettes Chocolate And You
There is nothing more, The sunshine is everywhere, It drips from the sky, A liquid happiness that is golden and warm.
The Greenest Hope
It's all over. I stand in the field that was once a forest. My bare feet stir the embers, And the glowing charcoal burns softly against my skin.
We'Ll Always Have Paris
as i stand in the debris of a life that was once ours, our old faces still smile, beaming at me through the broken shards.
Sometimes, the world gets so heavy. It's like i don't notice the trees melting, and they drip sticky sap onto my bare shoulders. The sea is so thick, it pulses against rocks and they crash in my head and my teeth grind With the pressure and i can taste the blood but i can't stop. I'm underwater and i'm drowning, i'm slipping over stones.
My head is burning with the chaos My aching bones feel like they will snap, And my body is crashing and writhing with the noise and the heat. I love this feeling, this unbearable happiness.
Mark The Stars
In our times of fury, We roll in our wretched despair. Our skin drenched in the hate, As it drips from our swollen bodies
Tonight I ask the monsters of my dreams to call a truce, And instead come with angelic smiles And I will collapse with wonderfully heavy bones as they drag me from this ragged reality, And revel in the exquisite pain of falling into sleep.
Everything is different and everything is the same. Your leaving caused no thunder, No scorching rain from blackened skies, No thickening floods to pull me under.
You're dead, and the realisation simply passed you by. Those stars have left your eyes and in their absence have left a glassy surface, All those tears you collected and kept hidden away Now seep burning through your veins and disturb your souls purpose.
The Boy On The Other Side Of The World
The boy on the other side of the world is beautiful, Exquisitely pieced together, Like a sculpture made from broken glass, Each piece worn smooth to the touch.
Everything is different and everything is the same.
Your leaving caused no thunder,
No scorching rain from blackened skies,
No thickening floods to pull me under.
My world is still,
Calm and flat lemonade left to warm in the sun.
The taste is stale
But drinking it dampens and numbs,
I have to forget what could have been,