Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Alex Nov 2015
The fires are burning
Sending them to their deaths
Smoke and ashes swirling
Their maker has been met

We are all just running
Until we can no more
Because our time is coming
Behind us is just gore

I'm the only one now
And I know I am next
But I will not allow
Them all of my respect

Somehow I have made it
The ending is now near
With the past behind me
I'm getting out of here
  Nov 2015 Alex
Amanda Michelle Sanders
Sleep with me
I don't mean in a ****** way
Lay beside me, spoon me, wrap your arms around me
Hold me so tight that we won't need to use a blanket
because our bodies heat is enough

Eat dinner with me
I don't mean fast food
Sit at a table with me, share an appetizer with me
Order a meal that cost more than my pair of shoes as we drink wine
while pretending there is no possibility of the night ending

Have a conversation with me
I don't mean gossiping about others
Sit in front of me, look me straight in the eyes
Tell me everything your heart desires
so I can listen to your words with passion

Kiss me
I don't mean with tongue
Take my face into your hands
Kiss me so gently that I can feel every goose bump that forms on my body
Kiss me so slow I become so weak in the knees
you will have to catch me and carry me in your arms

Stand in the rain with me
I don't mean allowing yourself to get soaked
Stand in the rain with your arms spread wide
Tilt your head back and feel the chill soak into your veins
giving you a rush as if your life has just been transformed

Go star gazing with me
I don't mean lie on the ground and look up at the sky
Look at every star
See how even in the dark the most beautiful things are found
Let the stars take your breath away
Let your mind wander about all of the things your heart is afraid to open up to
Just think that every choice you made
every step you took
every obstacle you faced brought you to this very moment with me

Dance with me
I don't mean grind on me
Take my right hand into your left
Hold me and spin me around like Cinderella
until I can no longer feel the ground beneath my feet

Love me
I don't mean buy me gifts
Cherish me, appreciate me, make love to me on the living room floor
Do things with me like cooking pasta at 3 am
Ask me about my day
Treat me as your equal
Spoil me by allowing me to spoil you
Don't take me for granted
Continue to treat me just the way you did before you had me
Fall in love with me everyday
just like I fall in love with you
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: September. 22, 2015 Tuesday 5:41 PM
  Nov 2015 Alex
Blank
We go through life working
(To survive... And be enriched?)
Not allowing ourselves life
(What's the point of riches if you don't have life?
Like a fallen Pharoh in his resting place,
you'll be destitute surrounded by priceless jewels.)
Due to a blind fear of being left behind
(Is behind really so bad?)
Prisoners to our own creation
(Society that is.)
Oh! how cruel and ironic fate can be!
(If it even exists.)
Alex Nov 2015
I've always been curious
About almost everything
Especially people, new people
When I meet a new person,
I don't want small talk
I want to talk about everything
Like ***, drugs, crazy dreams
Life, love and hate
I want to know all the little things about you
Like your darkest fear, or your happiest moment
And I want you to know mine.
I guess I just want to know you,
I want to know who you are as a person
And who you want to be, what you want to be
I want, no I need to see you, for who you really are
If I'm to be a part of your life
I want us to know each other
And know each other well, very well
I want us to be something more than just acquaintances
I want us to be so close that we won't ever burn out
We can be the Stars that never burn out
Me and you
We'll forever burn bright
Alex Nov 2015
That night was amazing
How we went out to dinner
And to keep me calm
You never moved to where I wouldn't be in contact with you
Because you know
You know that I need the contact to feel safe
And then after we ate we all piled into your car
Singing along to "Skeletons on Parade"
And "Emperors new clothes"
And once you dropped the other two off
I brought us to my favorite building
Where we climbed the rooftop
And just laid there, the three of us.
And we talked
And we cuddled
"I'm perfectly content" you kept saying
And we made fun of your allergy
Your allergy to all things green
We all laughed as you challenged the trees
"Bring it on you *****!" You shouted at them
Daring them to drop leaves on you
And when on fell on your arm
You laughed and called the tree a slew of names
Making us all smile and laugh with you
Your hands traveling along our backs
Making us smile even more
And then when you kissed me on the forehead
I got so happy I couldn't stop smiling even if I tried
And even now, thinking about it, I can't stop smiling
Simply because
Last night was the best so far
I guess to me every Thursday is amazing now
Because of you.
And once you brought me home and hugged me
You hugged me like I'd never see you again
Even though I know I will
And it made me so happy
Then in the morning when I woke up and checked my phone,
And you told me you wished you had kissed me
I realized it too
At 11:11 pm I wished for you
She said "I think, I'd be coffee."
I had asked her:
if your personality was a beverage,
what beverage would it be?

I reply,
"No. You wouldn't be coffee.

I wake up to a cup of coffee every morning.

If you're going to be coffee you need to have somehing else to you.

Be sweet and cheap with tons of sugar if you have too.

Or more preferably, be locally roasted with high notes and low notes.

Or be dark, bold and roasty.

You can taste like anything!
bing cherry, citrus, earthy, chocolate.

You can't just say coffee.
Coffee deserves so much more explanation than that.

I had coffee brandy once.

I woke up to her every morning and I got drunk off of her.
If I ever stopped drinking water i'd throw her all up and feel sick.
but I would never drink water.

Every morning After I drank her I'd walk down the hall and find a sippy cup full of milk.

Even she was not just milk.
She was strawberry milk.
She was coffee milk.
She was my little coffee milk.

You are not coffee.

I had coffee before and it's gone.
You are water.

I don't wake up to you every morning.
I don't need you to get through my day, yet.

But run you through my filter enough times.
Soak up all my grounds.

Maybe one day,
You can be my coffee.
Alex Oct 2015
There's a pattern that I've noticed
No one I need is there for me when I need them to be
It's only me
Being there for them, even when they don't need me at all...
Next page