My insides melt when he smiles and his eyes flicker to mine unintentionally. It was a strange sensation, my heart stumbles for a moment and my stomach flips. I have to look away before I turn into a pile of goo. I wish I could face him, smile back just as brightly, I wonder if he would feel the same. Would his stomach flutter too?
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
It’s always said that being a Third Party is the worst. The Third Wheel, the Fall Back Friend, the Tag Along Buddy. Labels for that person make one feel bad about having this spot.
But you never hear the good side, do you?
~
She looked amazing in this glorious white dress of hers; one of my longest and most cherished best friends was standing in front of me ready to walk along the red carpets. There were no words between us, we just looked at each other and smiled. The memories of our past trickled through our minds as tears slid down her face…
I remember the first time I met her.
I remember the first time I met him.
We became a trio, us three. An unstoppable group of friends that wouldn’t be broken up. Looking forward to seeing each other made even the worst days great. We were kids, youthful and energetic kids always finding a way to bother each other. The laughs we shared, the arguments we had. The memories, the headaches and heart flutters.
I remember when she first liked him.
I remembered when he first liked her.
But before I could begin sprinting after them to exclaim my affection as well, they were already ahead of me. Their silhouettes had strings connected to one anothers heart. And I was left behind to find my own way to them. I became the third wheel.
There were stolen dances, given kisses; forbidden love, and true love.
We had created such a mess of strings, I ended up being trapped in the middle of it all. The Third Wheel pedestal. But it wasn’t a ***** pedestal, I made sure to keep it clean.
I knew that the feelings I felt could not be acknowledged. My feeling were meant for another and I was to be their Third Wheel. However, I would not be a Third Wheel of wanting to belong. No. I became a Third Wheel of support, a pillar to keep them happy. Our trio couldn’t be broken so easily. Even when he went away to war, even when she started a career for herself. I reached to the ends of the earths for them, helping support them even if they didn’t notice me anymore.
I made the title of Third Wheel into my armor; and they became my beloved family to protect
And here I am now, still their support and still their best friend. She muttered words of thanks for our friendship. Her breath was shaky, but my hand on her shoulder helped calm her nerves. One final breath- and she turned to walk out the huge doors. She walked toward him; he smiled at her. They both looked so breathtaking in her dress and his tux. I stayed back and watched as they said their words of commitment and gave their kiss. The smile on my face was something I couldn’t fight, I was happy for them.
The heavy pillar I carried to support them was ready to be put down. And once I let the weight off my shoulders, I took a breath of relief. One last look at them. One last look at the trio of what used to be kids, now grown adults ready to face the world. The cheers and music in front of me was my closure, as I turned and walked down the steps; ready to take on the world with the title of “Third Wheel” bravely.
Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 12:27 PM UTC
Because I was born first I must always be well spoken
Because I was first born I have to take the first leap no matter how high the cliff is
Because I was first born I have to be both Dragon and Knight
Enemy and Defender
Obstacle and Protector
My shadow must cover her but let her light shine
Because she was born second she has to scream to be heard
Because she was born second she must make the biggest splash
Because she was born second she must fight the dragon and be its captive
She must shine so bright my shadow disappears
Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC
i wonder if the doors in the house you grew up in
started slamming themselves to save your father the trouble.
i wonder if you can remember the last time you prayed,
and if you had trouble unfolding your hands.
i wonder if your mother knows
about the collection of hearts you hide in your closet,
i wonder if she could tell mine apart from the rest.
i wonder if your shoes know the reason why
you keep them by the back door and not your bedside.
and sometimes, i wonder
if you ever think about that night when i told you,
you wouldn't need to drink so much if you had me.
but it seems like we only speak when you've got body on your brain,
whiskey in your glass,
your judgement is overcast,
and you know i'm too weak to ignore you.
i learned how to translate your texts
from drunken mess back into english.
i am fluent in apology, but i don't ask you for them anymore.
this is just how it is.
it's not enough for either of us
but ******* it we are not above settling.
so i will ignore her name on your breath,
and you will ignore the fact that this means something to me.
i always thought the first time i kissed you,
it would be on your mouth.
i just wanted to be something warm for you to sink into,
something that could convince you to stay a second night.
but i sneak you out in the early morning,
and you take a piece of my pride with you when you go.
i am left to nurse the hangover from a wine i've never tasted,
wondering how this is possible.
waiting for the next drunk call,
for the next time i get to pretend we are lovers,
the next time i get to live out the fantasy i am most ashamed of.
it is the one in my head where you want me when you're sober too.
- m.f.
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 10:48 AM UTC
Wait for me
Why? I've never understood why people would ask that... I mean if they really love you why must you physically tell them to wait for you? Had you not told them would they have left? And if they did then what was the point? Did they really love you at all... But what if you do tell them and you don't come back... Then what? You have just trapped them in a promise that will hurt them to keep, it will give them false hope that maybe you will come back if they wait a little longer just another day you will be back just wait a little longer till the years have gone by and they still lay in a cold lonely bed big enough for two still waiting so why? Why ask them to stay? Goodbye is to permanent and saying don't wait for me isn't an option because you do want them to stay then what do you say when you are on you're way what do you say?
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
"DEAR BLANK CHALLENGE" PLEASE PLEASE READ THIS AND REPOST TRY TO KEEP IT GOING: HELLOPOETRY "DEAR BLANK" CHALLENGE SECRET SANTA POEMS EXCEPT NOT SECRET AND NOT SANTA RANDOM ACT/POEM OF KINDNESS STRANGER POETRY APPRECIATION
I thought it might be nice to do like a secret santa thingy on hellopoetry only not secret and not santa… what I mean is, find a random stranger you literally have never met and do NOT know at all whose poetry you like and spend actual time genuinely reading their work, picking out your favorite lines and responding to them, pondering them, etc. Write something positive to them and post it as a poem with their name in the title. The “DEAR BLANK” challenge only you put their name instead of “blank”. I think we could all use a little recognition that we exist and are worth something since everyone seems a little depressed on here (including myself) which is fine, it’s a great outlet but it would be nice for people to just spontaneously find that a random stranger spent time in their life just to recognize you and care about your poetry. To write a kind poem/letter to them responding to lines in their poetry. If you need an example I just posted DEAR IMALRIGHT which was exactly what I meant. Check out imalright's poetry btw it is amazing.
I plan on doing for more than one person and I'd love for you to do the same. Spread a little kindness, we could all use a little.
Also message me if you are going to do the challenge and message the stranger you do the DEAR BLANK challenge for so they know to look for and read your poem.
I just thought that Imalright who was a perfect stranger to me seemed like a wonderful poet and a wonderful person based on her poetry so I chose her.
You do that too if you accept the DEAR BLANK challenge.
INCLUDE DEARBLANKCHALLENGE AS A HASHTAG IF YOU DO THE CHALLENGE SO EVERYONE CAN FIND THEM
please repost this over and over so we can get as many people involved as possible and try and make a difference in a couple people's lives because I just want to make everyone feel loved but I'm just one girl, I can't do it alone. Please help me with this and join me in the DEAR BLANK challenge. Take time out of your day to properly appreciate someone's poetry who you do not know.
PLEASE REPOST LET'S GET EVERYONE INVOLVED!!! ;D
THANKS!
-EMBER EVANESCENT
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Monday morning vultures at your feet
Carelessly as you sleep
Sentimental weeping not without a blind headache
I imagine that you'd run away
I was carried to a burning landscape by the arms of trees
I dug my hands into the soil and pulled out the spine of the terrain
I love with the curiosity of acidic rain
And the fire that burns inside burns through the smother of pain
Floating onto too much too soon, to be without an impending doom,
and to shame my feelings to a newly familiar tune,
brings what was happiness
and transforms it into sitting alone in a dark room
muttering, "I was happy, I was carried into a heart by the arms of trees."
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:35 PM UTC
My bones are made of Iron
My blood is Ichor
My voice is Steel
And my Will is stronger still
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
This notebook and I share a secret,
which I will never reveal.
This notebook, on the other hand,
has at times sleighted me slightly.
This notebook is not to be trusted,
for if I trust it, I may be betrayed.
This notebook and I share a secret;
it will never be told lest I talk.
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
Preferring blue to green
to you is the same as preferring her to me
I don’t know if you can tell but I can see what you’re doing
It hurts but I try not to care
Why should I?
It’s not like I’m your first born
The reason you are a father in the first place
The one killing herself for the top grades
Eating herself to death to fill a hole you left behind
That doesn’t matter
No, not to you
Why would it?
I mean it’s no different from preferring sunny days to rainy days
It’s not like whenever you call I’m covering for her telling you she isn’t home
Because she doesn’t want to speak to you
Not like that at all
Because I don’t care
I really don’t not even a little bit
So continue to prefer her because I can tell you one thing
She sure as hell doesn’t prefer you
Jul 18, 2014
Jul 18, 2014 at 5:48 PM UTC