He pulls me close and holds me tight in his arms.
My body goes rigid with the thought,
Of past lovers who were a little too harsh.
He places a hand on my head,
And runs his fingers softly through my curls.
My body relaxes with a sigh.
Loving him, is like breathing.
When he holds me,
It's like my body could sink into his.
My fears melt into the warmth of his chest
And my eyes softly drift closed.
The way he holds me
Is soft,
And secure.
I hold him close, and pray that he never lets go.
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:15 PM UTC
Happiness is warm
It spreads through your bones like fire
Warming you, from the inside, out
Happiness is strong
It can pull you out of the dark
It creeps on to your face and reddens your cheeks
It makes your heart thud, and your head spin
Happiness is addictive
Like a strong cup of coffee on Sunday morning
Or favorite tune on the radio
It keeps you coming back for more
Jan 3, 2017
Jan 3, 2017 at 9:02 PM UTC
I lurk within the shadows
Waiting
Watching
Hoping someone will notice me
Hoping someone will care
The darkness is like my lover
It embraces me
Pulls me into a sweet hug
It makes me feel safe and wanted
The night is like my best friend
It holds my hand and guides me
Through the hardest of times
The stars bring me a great joy
And a sense of belonging
They make me feel like i can shine too
My life is like a game of hide and seek
Always hiding in the shadows
Waiting for someone to find me
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 5:56 PM UTC
You can't fight fire with fire
That just makes a bigger fire
But
If you fight fire with water
It not only puts out the fire
It makes everything wet
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Welcome to society,
We hope you enjoy your stay,
And please feel free to be yourself,
As long as it's in the right way,
Make sure you love your body,
Not too much or we'll tear you down,
We'll bully you for smiling,
And then wonder why you frown,
We'll tell you that you're worthless,
That you shouldn't make a sound,
And then cry with all the others,
As you're buried in the ground,
You can fall in love with anyone,
As long as it's who we choose,
And we'll let you have your opinions,
But please shape them to our views,
Welcome to society,
We promise that we won't deceive,
And one more rule now that you're here,
There's no way you can leave.
~unknown
Oct 25, 2014
Oct 25, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
I look at the world and i see
Many devils
Running around me
I listen close and i hear
Screams and cries
Of the people here
I touch and sense
The darkness closing in
I breathe deeply
And smell the scent
Of hate
I taste
The evil
On the tip of my tongue
It's what this world has come to
Sep 13, 2014
Sep 13, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Drifting to the ground
Landing in the dirt
Leaves off the trees
Like the tears on my shirt
They fall and i shake
Like a tree in the wind
The middle of fall
When will it end
The beginning of December
When the trees are all bare
They may not be pretty
But they are still there
So acknowledge their presence
Then come spring
They will bloom again
And sway in the wind
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Some people are afraid of death
Some people say death is scary
But in the trees death is beautiful
Colorful leaves signaling the end of the warm summer
But then the air turns cold
Wisps of frozen air blow through the leaves
Knocking them to the ground
Making you realize the harsh reality of death
That when something dies it is gone
A memory of what it once was hangs in the empty limbs of the trees
Like a memory
Slipping from your fingertips
But it still lingers in your mind
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:44 PM UTC
If you met
My best friend
You'd ask
How someone like me
Gained the honor
Of calling her
My "bestie"
You'd wonder why
She didn't pick someone better
And if you asked her,
She'd say
My best friend is perfect.
That's what confuses me about her
Of all the people in the world
She chose me to keep close to her
But I guess
That's what best friends are for
May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 12:33 PM UTC
If I told you I was a storyteller,
Would you ask me to tell you a story?
If I told you I was a poet,
Would you ask me to write you a poem?
For your lost love?
For your lost heart?
For your lost soul?
If i told you who i was,
Would you ask me to prove it?
Or would you believe me?
Would you?
Well,
Would you?
-Madi.S
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC