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 Aug 2018 Kellin
mariiia
Obsessed
 Aug 2018 Kellin
mariiia
Well, aren't you beautiful
In the sunlight today?
Your sweaty face
A shovel in your hands
You look at me
But no soul can be seen
In your cold blue eyes
The water you give me
Is all muddy and *****
Oh, I can't grow like this
With you

The sunrays dance
All alone today
Without your face
And the heat of your hands
Warmer than the sun
It sings a sad song
And I sing along
The water you used to give
I need it more than anything
Oh, I'm going to die here
Without you
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Ceryn
Good Things
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Ceryn
Every good thing shall happen...

like Friday nights and party rush
surprise calls from a long-time crush
auburn leaves and a cup of tea
cozy couch and a good movie
a sweet embrace, granted wishes
locked up hands, friendly kisses
perfect music, fireworks galore
passionate poetry, books in store
skinny-dipping, pineapple juice
mountaineering, romantic cruise
stick-it notes and scented letters
white rose petals and silver glitters
dusty slip-on and faded pantaloons
sweetened berries and tasty prunes
smooth raps and slow rock hits
magnetic charm and awesome wits
11:11 verses and chicken bones
starry night skies, pebbles and stones
a perfect score, crispy pizza crust
locks and highlights, passionate lust
skirts and pumps, pictures of us
Halloween treats and wedding fuss
hot cappuccino, jam and jelly
first paycheck, winning the lottery
chocolate mousse, ice cold drinks
ocean waves, seductive winks
silk and laces, laughs after cries
cool car drifting and belly butterflies
left hand scribbles, messy hair buns
Oakley goggles and water guns
funny jokes, late night talks
rainy days, twilight walks
flickering lights, vintage cars
logs in swamps and monkey bars
a hopeful daybreak, latte aroma
fogged up glasses, squeaky veranda
carnation in bloom, warm summer breeze
slow love-making, trimmed cypress trees
naughty kiddie play, blindfolds and tricks
mistletoe and acorns, fresh and fancy kicks
baked salmons and grilled corn
ending fights and a newborn
free-verse poetry, an orchestral song
a stranger's smile, a dancing throng
finishing a novel, Luna's glow
binding friendships, December snow

but the best thing for me, I'd like you to know
is to tell you finally that I Love You So.
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Autumn Whipple
why are so many things so tempting?
why do people let their hearts rule their hands
rule their mouths
rule their minds
why do I?
I can't control my hands, my words my mind
the seduction is there
every step of the time
the rules the lines they all become blurred
and all my thoughts just whirl and stir
a cesspit of temptation
to do things I shouldn't
to do things that would hurt others but make life easier,
to disobey the rules
I've followed my entire life
don't spend too much time reading and study instead
the seduction is there
pulling along
changing my ways
making everyday a little harder
but
a little bit better
a cruel mistress with  
the best
of intentions
no notes suffice.
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Andrew Switzer
Half of me runs with the lions at night,
Feasting and sleeping on wide open plains.
The other side keeps me safe in the light,
Through the sleet and the snow, the hail and the rain.
Half of me leaves myself open to others,
Ready to spill all the things that I feel.
The rest will only confide in my brothers,
Because before others my heart will not kneel.
I'm open and fearless and quick on my feet,
Nothing can slow me or hold me in place.
I'm closed and concealed, hidden from heat,
No one but me will see my true face.
The right and the left are two sides of one coin,
Two different pieces shall never be joined.
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Michaela
Broken
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Michaela
And while she lie awake pondering existence in itself;
she realised that it -
it and everything else,
would be always and unavoidably tied to disappointment.
The two are linked-
so closely to the point where they are almost homogeneous.
Because people were broken.
And because she was broken.
We let each other down.
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Carolin
He reminds me of
red velvet cupcakes.
His clothes are dark
like it's wrapper. Skin
as sweet as the white
frosting placed as the
topping. Cheeks blood
red like the colour
additive added in the
recipe. He's sweeter
than honey coming out
of the queen bee. I'm
telling you he's a cupcake
to me*. ~
 Aug 2018 Kellin
Brooke
there was you
and
there was me

we have crossed paths many times
maybe we have
even crossed each others minds

i know i have stayed up thinking about you
and when i’m asleep
i think about you

i see you in school
in my thoughts
in my closed eyes ; dreams

i was never a big part of your life
just someone to talk to
in a room full of strangers
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