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morgan-sheffield
I am no poet, not even close. Everything submitted here will be completely reflective of my life: Past, present, and future. I need to share this, even if no one cares. I do.
You don't see the world The way I do You see stars I see constellations.
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:58 AM UTC
on the bridge with a bottle of wine
One more drink, A cigarette, Another song, Any excuse to **** the pain, Of remembering, I'm all I've got, And I used to be so much more.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
cigarettes and a bottle of wine
I know you say I hurt you, Lets contrast and compare, Mine are still here, Yours were never there.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
scars and a bottle of wine
I know that I'm not ready, I know you fear it too. If only I could open you up, To all of your most tattered pages, Feel the rips the others left behind, And mend them one by one, Piece together the scraps let loose, Make sense of the sentences torn apart, Give your story meaning, By putting you back in sequence, I can bare the cut of every page, And swallow the pain of every word, If only it meant that you would continue. I would rewrite your beginnings, Soften our rise and fall, And give you the ending you always deserved.
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Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
a bottle of wine & a boy like a book
I like men and I hate cuddling so im left to wonder why this beautiful woman is laying her head upon my chest, slightly snoring, peaceful as she rests. She's beautiful as she sleeps but im confused and honestly her leg is making mine hot. Im uncomfortable. I know she needs this and I wont be the one to take it away from her.
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
a beautiful lady and a bottle of wine
Four hearts, I can barely handle one. The first: My own, Broken many times before, Mended by nothing but my own hands. Experienced by many. The second: Slightly worn and completely stable, Experienced by one. The third: Soft and gentle, Experienced by few, But keeps coming back for more. The fourth: Open and beautifully naive, Experienced by none, Ready to start beating. All of them amaze me, The love you can learn, Sometimes exceeds what you can feel, Curiosity greater than experience.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:53 AM UTC
a crush and a bottle of wine
It's been almost a year, A year since you've gone. Since our last dance, And I can remember every word, You whispered to me, As the band played, To orchestrate our movement. My arms aligned with yours, Our bodies in perfect unison. That was the last night, That was the last dance, And your final breath, I still feel you on me, It's honestly a tragedy. I know it was wrong, But you made me the happiest I've ever been. I still think of you Every day, When I walk through the door, When my hips shift, I want you to shift with me. In my mind, You're still here.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 5:44 AM UTC
two dancers and a bottle of wine
In walks little ole me. Then the two girls talking **** In the corner, With their stares burning my skin. Then the ********** They've had too much to drink, Loud. Now I can't hear my favorite song. The one the bartender decided to play, Because at one point, It was just the two of us. It was perfect, But nothing is forever. No, perfection isn't us. Its not out style.
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Oct 23, 2014
Oct 23, 2014 at 12:55 AM UTC
the bar and a bottle of wine.
I am terrified, When I look into those bright blue eyes. I'm not sorry that I lied, And that I created this disguise. You are the fear held within me, Torturing my every thought, For I know what we should be, No, I know that we could be a lot. You think that I'm too good for you, But deep inside of me I know, That I don't deserve a boy like you, Not for a girl who lives with woe. I have known such things for far too long, After three great years and a million songs.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
the beach and a bottle of wine
I keep telling myself I'm okay, I keep trying to trick myself into thinking that I'm happy, but it isn't that easy. Nothing is ever easy. So, I fake a smile all day and get caught in mindless conversations. At the end of the day it just isn't enough. I stay awake all night, tossing and turning, With awful anxiety. I worry about what could've been, But mostly of what will be. I hate not knowing if what I've done is right And if this is the life im supposed to be living. I feel as if I might turn down the wrong road, Like one small mistake will ruin my entire life. I wish I could believe in destiny.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
My future and a bottle of wine