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 Feb 2012 I am myself
John Donne
Some man unworthy to be possessor
Of old or new love, himself being false or weak,
Thought his pain and shame would be lesser
If on womankind he might his anger wreak,
And thence a law did grow,
One might but one man know;
But are other creatures so?

Are Sun, Moon, or Stars by law forbidden
To smile where they list, or lend away their light?
Are birds divorced, or are they chidden
If they leave their mate, or lie abroad a-night?
Beasts do no jointures lose
Though they new lovers choose,
But we are made worse than those.

Who e’er rigged fair ship to lie in harbours
And not to seek new lands, or not to deal withal?
Or built fair houses, set trees, and arbors,
Only to lock up, or else to let them fall?
Good is not good unless
A thousand it possess,
But dost waste with greediness.
 Feb 2012 I am myself
Susie
You make me feel like
my hands are not for
writing, typing, doing,
only for
holding, caressing, feeling.
And my arms are not for
opening, moving, driving
only for
hugging, holding, embracing.
And my legs are not for
walking, running, kicking
only for
being tangled up in yours.
And my lips are not for
eating, speaking, breathing
only for
kissing, kissing, kissing.
And my brain is not for
thinking, worrying, planning
only for
knowing that you are all I need.
And my heart is not for pumping blood
my heart is not for keeping me alive
my heart is only in my chest so that I can be in love with you
and you can be in love with me.
And the world
the universe
does not exist so that we can all play these little games with
money, land, power,
only so that we can
love, love, love
love, love, love.
 Feb 2012 I am myself
JPaiva
I'm here,
just here alone,
laying on this very bed
wishing you were next to me.

Is it so crazy that I
feel your warmth, your arms
wrapped around me.
I smell your scent,
that ongoing cologne,
so unbearable.
Those eyes,
oh wow, those big brown eyes,
just looking down at me.

Is it sad to say that I already
miss you like crazy?
It's only been a few hours,
but all i can hear
are the ticking sounds of the clock
and your whispers.

The pleasures that run through
my very own soul, my body
when you express yourself.
My hands tremble, waiting,
just waiting to feel your skin again.
My lips waiting to be kissed.
Mind spinning like a rollercoaster.

Am I obsessed?
Going nuts? Crazy? Pathetic? Weird?
No.

I lay my head on my pillow, turning to my left,
a smile forced with my lips.
I'm staring at, holding onto, kissing,
what could have been you.
 Feb 2012 I am myself
Erin Joyce
I know you’ll find it
Somewhere in your heart
Take my hand never let go

I hope you know
That you’re alive today
So take a wish
And cast the rest away

For a minute
Is all we need
For a moment for us just to see,

The layers behind both eyes
Will always cast disguise

Dig deeper into my heart
Find the place when we’re apart
Blow a kiss
Pass goodbye
Find the place
Where the treasures lie

The layer behind both eyes
Will always cast disguise.

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