All Nonfiction
- Bullying
- Books
- Academic
- Author Interviews
- Celebrity interviews
- College Articles
- College Essays
- Educator of the Year
- Heroes
- Interviews
- Memoir
- Personal Experience
- Sports
- Travel & Culture
All Opinions
- Bullying
- Current Events / Politics
- Discrimination
- Drugs / Alcohol / Smoking
- Entertainment / Celebrities
- Environment
- Love / Relationships
- Movies / Music / TV
- Pop Culture / Trends
- School / College
- Social Issues / Civics
- Spirituality / Religion
- Sports / Hobbies
All Hot Topics
- Bullying
- Community Service
- Environment
- Health
- Letters to the Editor
- Pride & Prejudice
- What Matters
- Back
Summer Guide
- Program Links
- Program Reviews
- Back
College Guide
- College Links
- College Reviews
- College Essays
- College Articles
- Back
EL-OH-VEE-EE
There are dead
Flowers on the table.
Every petal brown with age
And lack of water.
Ever petal filled with
The life of my misery.
There’s a burnt out
Light bulb on the desk.
Singed out from the light
That used to be over
My head lighting my
Ideas. To write this
Poem.
There are orange leaves
On the ground. With
Your footsteps on them.
And I pick one up. And
Sketch it in my brain. For
When I need you the most.
There’s a broken
Pencil on the floor of
The classroom where you
And I first saw who we really
Were. And decided we really
Liked each other. And you
Never picked it up. Because I
Never told you to.
There’s a broken
Heart in my chest. And
I know you can heal it.
He never could
Because he is nothing like
You.
Similar Articles
JOIN THE DISCUSSION
This article has 5 comments.