emma joy
emma joy
Apr 18, 2013

I have decided to create a mixtape for you
I have seen this many times in hopeless romances,
and I do feel that it truly is the action that will best show you my love
The cassette is in my car on repeat
but none of the songs fit right

Maggie Grace
Maggie Grace
Dec 8, 2014

His dark hair I smell, and it smells really nice,
I hold his gift to me, and I turn it thrice.
A sterling silver heart, and I swear to you,
Nothing will tear us apart and when we say I do.

Idonotexist
Feb 21, 2014

That one missed note in symphony
flies away unheard, ignored
and if recognized cursed, abused
Just for speaking the mind out.

Winds bring far stronger messages
than the electronic media
stroking the hearts and
body writhes in pain

The phoenix is in a catatonic sleep.
Only ashes rise  to higher plane.
Lights of hope are switched on
and Off the word hope loses
its meaning  inside the
emotional turbulence
of the ones ignored, tainted, maimed
cower away behind the impregnable
walls built by the world and the doors
built by them is sealed again.

Hiding away the pains
which linger on and on everyday
walking away into themselves
never shall they accept or approach
the sweet hand of love again
being betrayed in vain
walking away beyond the horizons
leaving everything behind
some finding solace in death
and others wandering lonely
and alone unloved, disconnected
broken paralyzed  floating as fragile bubbles
only to be broken into thousand droplets of water
evaporating into the  world of outcasts.

Peter Watkins
Peter Watkins
Dec 6, 2014

I don't know what's up with me at all.
But I've always wanted to see the world.
I want an adventure unparalleled
filled with beauty and excitement untold.
It's not reality, only imagination unreal.
But before the end is near I want my curiosities to heal.
Revive my interest and turn the dream into reality
before my heart stops beating steadily.

Let's go and see something awesome,
let's go and do something amazing.
We should see what the world has to offer.
Break from the turgid schedule so boring
and live for the spontaneity before you're in the coffer.
I know what I'm going to do soon.
My priorities are reassessed, I care not for safety.
I just want to get up and go, I'm absolutely ready.

No one will hold me back, I'll cut completely free.
Perhaps, this way, I'd become quite lonely.
But, what price is too high for that of true freedom.
Therefore, I care not for being so lonesome.
If I must pay the price for this level of freedom...
Well, I suppose that's just how I enjoy my poison.
I want to go and do something, somewhere...
It doesn't matter what, it doesn't matter where...
But it matters to me.
Let's go and be free.

;) I can't wait to go and see the world.
#woo  
Betty Woo needed
POETIC T
POETIC T
Mar 30, 2014

Betty Woo needed
a poo but had no
toilet to go on, she
opened her crack to
let the logs splash,
then a croc did swallow
thinking it was food,
and bit her arse for shitting in its water.

Serena Woo
Serena Woo
Aug 27, 2014

every teardrop that leaves
my face represents the parts
you took away from me
i don't know how long have i
been crying

Florence Woo
Florence Woo
Mar 19, 2014

the depths of your eyes
are swimming with long lost
affection and your heart
heaves and trudges along
the long mangled railroads; all
gently mapped with my
collarbones and

it is beautiful,
our intertwined souls
are beautiful.

Florence Woo
Florence Woo
Mar 17, 2014

smoke is within me,
inside my rusting lungs,
seeping through the
puckered lips of my rib cage
kissing the fragile walls
and leaving charcoal markings
in shapes of fingerprints.

please stop leaving
traces
all over my body.

Serena Woo
Serena Woo
Aug 17, 2014

your arms was a better
antidepressant than any
doctor can prescribe

Serena Woo
Serena Woo
Aug 17, 2014

you will always feel
like a phantom limb
the way you cut yourself
out of my life
left me feeling like
you're still there
and that everything was
okay
but its painful
it hurts to think that you're
still here, still a part
of me but in reality
you never were you
never let yourself to be
i used to think that
you were home
because with you its the
safest i can ever feel
but now i guess i
never knew what
home was in the first place
i crave the feeling of how
you complete me
of how your fingers fit
perfectly in my hands
of how happiness felt
when you're right beside me
but now
you're just a phantom limb
you'll always be a phantom limb

 
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