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zarr
zarr
American insert cliché here
I am the reason you wake in the morning When your in the showers I serenade you with your favorite songs I'm the one you turn to when your lost If your un sure you always ask me and I'll tell you the truth I capture every memory every moment of you and I I keep in touch with all your friends I help you plan your day,your life I know more about you than your closest friends I am the last thing you see before you rest your head But that man over there He loves you Loves you more than I ever could You see your his girl his world and I am your life
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
Smart phone
You caught my eye, nothing stopped but everything went silent
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 10:47 PM UTC
Silence is golden (10 word)
There's a darkness grown upon me And threw my eyes you can see The vacancy that I must feed With melancholy and misery Everything I'd be has escapes me The eveil has erased me The Demond's They still chase me And my great escape is apathy
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Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 11:47 PM UTC
Vacancy
at times I reminisce I think of our first kiss I wake from dreams and remember your tinder, quivering lips I can still picture your smile the way your cheeks would recoil from your chain as if they were trying to cover your eye lids I get lost in the moment when the sun would shimmer of your face in first morning light no make up hair all mess hiding under the covers from the day and how pitiful an innocent your voice crept out you'd say "morning babe" id have a cup coffee for you your face alone said it was the greatest jester know to man I miss holding your hand in public I miss how much you would blush when I kissed you in front of your friends most of all I miss the fact you were my best friend but every good thing comes to an end what could of been should of been never was never will be and it breaks my heart to know your happy with him
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Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 1:10 AM UTC
reminiscence of you
why would a man concur a nation when at home he has the world
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Feb 22, 2014
Feb 22, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
true love
chained in a dungeon no one can reach you at the top there's a window it has bars running threw it so no chance of escape you can see all the people and what's going on but when people pass by you cant scream at all your throat is to dry from not eating or drinking for weeks your under weight skin dangles from your bones your eyes are black from no sleep and selling your sole shaking chained to the floor its completely dark aside from the ceiling hole you hear the gnarling and gnashing of teeth you hear the beast get closer as it creeps you cant run away you cant scream for help your shaking crying my addiction has imprisoned me into true hell
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
down in the dungeon
i want a new love I want sweaty palms a rapid heart beat I want to stu stu stu stumble over my words when you talk to me I want something brand new doesn't have to be love maybe a fling? I just want the next best thing we could go to the beach awkward as hell no one in the car saying a peep or we could lay in the street look at the stars is show you how they spell out your name maybe a night club? we'd dance id make an *** of my self just to se you laugh yes this would be nice no amazing scratch that bitter sweet if only I could get over the past
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Feb 2, 2014
Feb 2, 2014 at 1:26 PM UTC
moving on
First time I saw you I knew I had to have more Opening my heart on that bedroom floor Regardless if I came off as a bore The second you denied me a kiss I thought How can I get her not to resist Every moment mattered, not one could be missed Laing in bed thinking Only if I could get you to give in Now were more then friends Going steady I believes what they said Every time we speak I fall deeper within Saying to our selves This could be it To much trust for one man to comprehend I gave up on us and hurt my best friend My selfishness lead us to one thing, an that was the End
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Jan 31, 2014
Jan 31, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
billy joel
six foot tall but I should be six foot deep I remember thinking if I keep this up ill be pushing daisy's by the end of the week I made it out of the streets only with the power of something bigger than me selfish deeds cost more that you think it can cost your life your job your family your peace first thing to go is moral mentality then your heath your friends next thing you know you have a psychopathic personality it pulls you in stronger than gravity I found out first hand trust me that's a place you don't want to be leave the drugs alone they'll destroy your life worst of all your dreams it will leave your bare only thing left suicidal tendencies
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Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC
drug dependency
this is not a democracy! this is a nation of hypocrisy the only chance of survival is a frontal lobe lobotomy creativity is a dying breed open your mind look around tell me what you truly see Beautiful minds dying on the streets every day this country was founded on dreams now day were focused on gay marriage and smoking **** find your passion whether its fashion a paint can or the musical aspect plant the seed lets make its a place people want to be
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 4:44 PM UTC
dying breed