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 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Pluto
I spoke to Scarlet this afternoon.
I hadn't seen her in such a long time.
funny thing is,
this is the first time I've ever spoken to her.
I've always liked to pretend she wasn't real,
was never there, and only a figment of my imagination.
but now I've finally found out
what she thinks of me.
what I've always thought of myself.
that, she whispers
was always the truth.

t   r   u   t   h.
what is that anymore?*

"whatever you can imagine is real."

well now I know.

I'm not sure
how much longer I can hold on
pretending everything was okay
or is okay
or will be okay
when in reality,
nothing is.
why do I keep trying to survive,
and continue telling myself I can
when I really, definitely, truly
cannot?
well now
I'll begin admitting.
they say that acceptance is the first step to recovery.
but who cares what they say anymore?
what if the only recovery left
for me
is death?
(the only escape)
well
if this doesn't serve as a suicide note,
I'm not sure anything else could be.
but if I survive the night, let's just pretend this was always supposed to be a poem and nothing else.
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Jay
Searching
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Jay
Please
explore
me
I
implore
you.
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
K Mae
stargates
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
K Mae
time no time reveals
     in neverland we grow 
          feeling tasting loving
          grasping dreaming falling
       to surrender in our turn    
     through stargates  
  death and birth
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Alysia Michelle
you make me want to listen
to all those silly love songs
that I learned to love
and each song reminds me of
a different person's name
...
well
they used to
now they're all yours
and so am i.
© Alysia Michelle
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Schmucker
Ok what now I wrote a line
wrote two lines.
Wowza!
Not great poet!  
So doneza!
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Derek Travers
I began making myself a coffee and
I started to make one for you too

but you weren't there.

I set the two cups down, side by side, and added the sugar
-two teaspoons, just the way you like it-
and then I remembered  

you weren't there.

The moment before that, I'd been having
a little conversation with you
in my head.

You know,
the way you do when the person isn't there?

Perhaps thats why I did it.

Or perhaps,
I just so enjoy always having my cup of coffee with you that,
when you aren't there,
I still want to feel that closeness,
that roundness and completeness I feel when I'm with you,
sipping sweet, flavoured coffee
and helping our conversation meander along.

But you weren't there.

So, I poured the sugar from your cup back into the bowl
and finished making my one, seemingly lonely coffee.

And then I texted you
to let you know what I had done
and to ask you a question ;

"Does doing that mean I love you?"

but I already knew the answer,

didn't I.
There are days when I tend to let my thoughts get the better of me.
I tend to see things in a different way, completely changed you'd see.
I start to blame myself for things I have no control over.
But it all seems my fault, until someone speaks some sense in me.
My thoughts get the better of me so badly sometimes that I see more bad than good in what I once considered perfection.
I feel as if i'm ready to lose my mind
Emotions on a rollercoaster, but there's not even a high.
Inexplicable feelings, you just wouldn't understand.
The things I have to go through, you haven't experienced it first hand.
Though i've intended no harm, people were hurt nonetheless.
Cause you can't always please everybody, only a select few at a time.
I just haven't decided who's worth it, because i'm no good at goodbyes.
Why does it all hurt so much, can't explain the pain that my heart feels .
It saddens the heart, spirit and mind , my "happy buzz" is killed.
Amazing how we come to feel and think of the things we once cherished, once loved and will always remember.
Just know things aint always easy.
And there's more to what you see.
Best believe life's gonna change you
Just hope i'll still be me.
 Oct 2013 Mikaela
Samantha Walsh
If I could have just one wish,
I would wish to wake up everyday
To the warmth of your breath on my neck,
The sight of your body entangled with mine,
The taste of your lips on my cheek,
The touch of your fingers on my skin,
And the sound of your heart beating with mine.

I wish for the way you look at me,
Your eyes so chocolaty brown,
I wish for the way you kiss me,
Your lips giving me love, and letting it be known.

I desire for the way you make me so happy,
And the ways you show me you care.
I hope for the way you will say “I love you”,
And the way you’re always there.

(s.w.)
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