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 Mar 2016 Willow
wallis
my heart alights like a glow stick whenever I see you
yet,
glow sticks must break to achieve their fluorescence
and a glow stick last only if for a night

a slight in our daily schedule
a slip in the synchronicity
a slur in spoken word

until they are left behind, the carcasses of the party

as you elapse into adulthood
and I relapse in this primeval state of living

what will it be like without you walking my hallways of thought?
as one has harbored themselves like a hermit in my ribcage
will the pressure of you be relieved with your passing?

or will the infinite ache
of those who have been driven apart by circumstance
fill the hole in my chest?
truly sublime,
you will never read these words
the only thing that belongs to you I can still call mine
jesus help me
I hate to rhyme.
 Mar 2016 Willow
AM
Saturate
 Mar 2016 Willow
AM
he blinked, he smiled, he looked like the sky
so blue, yet new, the highest intensity of hue
I lived inside the blackest silence for so long
now everything lights up like a love song
 Aug 2015 Willow
the blonde poet
My Love isn't something i give,
just because I know that you want me to.
If you want my love then that love's gotta come from you.
 Aug 2015 Willow
Virginia S
I wait all day for the sun to go down.
For its light
still breaks my heart
and shows my scars

For its light
reminds me of you, full life
reminds me of  you, leaving me behind

Then, when the night comes
I remember how lonely i am
and i cry and i cry
waiting for the moon to hide
and the sun come up...

...and everthing happens all over again
My life
 Aug 2015 Willow
Virginia S
Pain
 Aug 2015 Willow
Virginia S
The pieces of my broken heart
are cutting me inside
Slowly killing me
He left
 Jul 2015 Willow
Sherry Asbury
You grabbed my nose with your fingers,
the way adults tease children with the game.

But you were not playing games - were you?

You knew a hundred ways to inflict pain
without leaving bruises - with no visible
proof of your abuse.

There was the time you knuckle-knocked
me in the thigh - I could not walk for a week.

You did it because you loved me, you said,
to help me learn not to be so stupid and aggravating.

Sure would have been nice if you had not
loved me quite so much.
I was beaten and abused for ten years.  I loved my husband and wanted to pull him up - instead - he pulled me down into his sewer.
Watch who you are drawn to...
 Jul 2015 Willow
Rachna Beegun
In some days your heart just feels heavy and sad, no matter how strong you are.
 Jul 2015 Willow
madison karp
Let me show you how important you are;
                                                            ­                                                     *Kiss me.
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