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 Jul 2018 Anya
Charlie Black
Real eyes
Realise
Real lies.
 Jul 2018 Anya
Way Rest
Best Friend
 Jul 2018 Anya
Way Rest
We were friends
You and I
Kindred spirits
Thick as thieves
It's hard to believe
Now that you're gone

Sometimes I see your smile
I used to see it more often
I see it on your profile now
It looks better in real life

I no longer hear your voice
The voice that made me happy
The voice that annoyed me
I yearned to stuff your mouth with pie
Now, I yearn for that voice
That, I would never hear again
No matter how much I try

Since you left me
I have changed
No doubt
You have too
But you'll always be my best friend
That much is true
 Jul 2018 Anya
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
 Jul 2018 Anya
yellow soul
If I were a bird              I know where I would fly
I would fly everywhere                      at any possible time
If I were a bird                     I would sing to my lungs hurt
I would sing the                   most beautiful songs
So beautiful that              people would stop and listen to me
If I were a bird                I would be free
 Jul 2018 Anya
jenna
afraid
 Jul 2018 Anya
jenna
i fear one day that
i will write to please.
i will not write what
needs to be said, i
will not write what begs
to be removed from my
aching chest, i will
not write when i need
to write, i will not
tell my truths to my
small community.
i fear that i will
lie to make others
feel the emotions
they want to feel, not
the emotions i
need so urgently
to get out of me.
i fear that i will want people to relate to me more than i want my art to inspire others to make their own.
 Jul 2018 Anya
Ciel Noir
Alone
 Jul 2018 Anya
Ciel Noir
If I could reach out
Connect to all of you alike
Weave the world into one web
Then I could never run away again

If I could mould you
Into one whole
Where could I go
To be alone
 Jul 2018 Anya
Ciel Noir
apple
 Jul 2018 Anya
Ciel Noir
tree
light with flowers
hope
heavy with apples
joy
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