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She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art
And she radiated art
And art was her life

And we
All loved her
One hundred percent
And every
Girl
Was her
Best friend

And the priest
Doing the funeral
Hadn't met her.
But her parents
Paid him like he had.

And they told the priest
"She loved art
And she breathed
And ate
And slept art.
And she radiated art.
And art was her life."

And so that was what he
Told the
Congregation.


But when
A quiet person like her
Dies
No one ever finds out
That she
Hated art
But
In fact
She loved Forensic Science.
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you undressed me. shy,
as if I haven’t let you before,
you untied, kissed me up the thigh.
you undressed me. shy,
as if you haven’t kissed up my (sigh),
you locked the door, you did more and did more.
you undressed me, shy,
as if I haven’t let you before.
an attempt at a triolet
 Feb 2014 Dragoste Motionless
Shy
When I kiss you, I find
Something blows in my mind
And my knees, they just want to give way

The power of your touch
Is sometimes too much
And I find myself feeling afraid.

Scared of what?  Do I know?
If I do, should it show?
Well, that's up to me to decide.

One thing is for sure,
Though I feel insecure,
What good would it do if I hide?

My love's so intense,
That it doesn't make sense,
For me to even try to conceal

This fear deep inside,
That this won't survive
And that, I'm afraid's, very real

It's because it's so good
I've not yet understood
What gives me a right to this "high"

After causing such pain
For my own selfish gain
Who deserves to fall down more than I?

And it's this that I fear
Until you make it clear
That the love you declare is so true

Because, if that's so
Then we'll give it a go
And with luck, we can surely pull through!
 Feb 2014 Dragoste Motionless
Shy
Calmly the river flows
To many creatures, yet unknown.
A place to drink for those who know,
And a place for many to call their home.

The river meanders through the countryside
Like the veins essential to our lives.
Carrying nourishment on which to feed.
Vital to our daily needs.

An abundance of food for man everywhere
And a bounty of salmon for the hungry bear.
But, do not be fooled by its magnificence
For the hidden reality is far more intense.

The river so powerful yet seemingly steady
Barely a sound echoing in the valley.
So very quiet, yet mightily strong,
Silently waiting for victims to come along,

To the river the victims now belong.

But it's in the nature of the beast,
And man tries to tame it
By putting in place
A huge wall of stone
To slow down it's pace,
And in the end, sadly,
It's life, man will take,
And this wonderful life force
Becomes just a still lake.
I stayed behind to pick up the pieces
Right before I left for you to tell the tale.
I find it hard
to Master bate in public
with people looking.
Shy
I had so many chances
to give us a chance
I passed you in the hallways so many times
but I just shuffled by casually
and pretended you were just another boy
but you most certainly were not
oh no, not to me.
We conversed with our eyes
and they told me enough to know
that you wanted me too
I knew, oh I knew
but on that last day
I made a most detrimental mistake
and instead I decided that my nerves
were worth more than my heart.

-kk
reflecting on middle school woes
Shy
I was never really shy, I
was just quiet
brought up and caught up
in secrets, I
had to disappear
into hair dye, another guy, I
hid
and covered
rid
then discovered
that I was just a kid, I
was a product of how I was brought up
once free from the misery, I
found myself in his memories, he
was never really shy
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