Lydia > Writing | WritersCafe.org | The Online Writing Community

A Eulogy.

The sun hits the water, the trees, your face, reflecting off of everything, The world around me seems to glow a golden hue. It's you, my love, the..

I am standing in the midst of a sickening crowd With their skin tanned orange and their hairspray and Jesus shoes. Iam a living pillar in between ..

Your lips are the softest pillows my troubles have laid upon, and your mind is a spiral of love. You are the one I was waiting for. You are the o..

How can the best and the worst be rolled into one year? A tear shed for a child, long since dead. I am alone, again, Alone. The arms Ilong t..

I wished I was the one with your dog tag perched in my cleavage, Wrapped around my neck on a playful chain, Like something that might be shoved be..

I am listening to music you’ve never heard of. I am all about me, but then again, so are you. I am tired of clichés and lullabies. I a..

I am sitting naked on my bed, With my feet on a chair, But I am not here. I am outside in the sixty degree weather. I am sick. I am cold. I am a..

There are holes in my skin Where I let you in, Yes I let you in, Again, again. I pull the trigger, Make the scab Bleed again. Again. He says, ..

I live in filth With the realization That coffee cans and coffins Are all we’ll ever amount to. All the things we never got around to; The ..