Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Short Jul 2015
Kinda like a vampire
I stay out
Till' I get an invite
Definete
And without doubt
That they really want me there

Kinda like a vampire
I see nothing there
In the mirror
Beyond my stare
But why should you care?

Kinda like a vampire
I feel monstrous
And without care
And I **** the life of people here
Mostly, of those for whom I care

And kinda like a vampire
I stare into the night
And I think
Is it really right
That I am here?
It's a little exaggerated... But hope you like it :)
Short May 2015
I ****** a poet. No, I didn't, but wouldn't it have been beautiful.
Short Mar 2015
You scare me shitless
You know
You know,
With your blue
With your blue, blue eyes
Small
Soft eyes
Your eyes, you know
I wanna drown in those
But you scare me shitless
You know
Because you don’t know
You know
You don’t know
Me
But I wanna drown
In you
You know
A poem 'bout a woman I met... She scare the **** outa me, but I don't think we will ever really know each other.
Tried to give it a bit of a nervous tone/listen
Short Feb 2015
Too much aesthetics
And coffee
Wasted for you
But never before you
For
Although I gladly
Wasted it before you
It always ended
Behind me
Short Feb 2015
I have a feeling that my heart beat bigger
I have a feeling
That the fall grows steeper
My hands are shaking
The ground is breaking
My heart is failing
My soul is fading

Ambition fade
As mountain grow great
Not mountain of stone
Nor of earth
But mountain of
                    Lack of transparency

I feel my heart beat bigger
Not of love
Nor of passion
But bigger of
Lack of sleep
And desperation

                      I feel my mind
                      Of reluctance entwined

But I have to go
I have to do
I don’t have a choice
For the choice
Is mine alone
And a choice
Made a long time ago
So I wrote this during the exams- somehow there are more emotions in the poem than I felt at the time
Short Feb 2015
I am neither
Angel
Nor devil
But human
As imperfect as can be
And never evil
Intentionally
So please
Don’t
Romanticize
My existence
Short Feb 2015
I like the way a cigarette hangs
Out his mouth
Crooked
Like his smile
I like the way
His shoulders hang
And also
I like his hands
That knows a woman’s body
But mostly I like
That his eyes
Likes me
Though not me
But my body
And though I don’t like
Being objectified
I like
That he likes me tonight
Next page