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  Nov 2014 Arun C
WickedHope
Don't compliment me,
I might start thinking I'm worth something.
I have to stop writing 10 words and
actually write a **** poem or two.
  Nov 2014 Arun C
Rosy Kay
I
I am love
I am hate
I am everything in between
I am the whisper in the wind
A fleeting thought
A desperate prayer
I was and I wasn’t
Upon your lips
I am a moment.

I am crimson blood flowing violent love
Between your pillars
I claim you
And death may come.
I am unafraid
Miraculous,
I am you
Inside me.
Neither love
Nor hate
I am nothing in between
I am no longer
Not a figment
Nor a spirit
Not even a speck upon your universe
Arun C Nov 2014
A poem's process
take a large heaping
helping
of
pain
balance
and
measure
like counting precious treasure
then in the
mix
add some
madness tricked
maybe a pinch
of
love
sometimes
add faith from above
a drop of blood
a tear or two
bake in your mind
and
simmer in your heart
it's
a poem's start
  Nov 2014 Arun C
Victoria
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park.
Kinda worried my blue collar might
stain the white one he wears so well...
But he likes the way my perfume smells
(I don't tell him it's from Walmart)
when it lingers on his pillows
and I like the way his sweaters fit me
(my favorite's his from college).
He holds my hand in public
and folds my clothes after ***,
I hide under the blankets
as he gets ready for work.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but he tells me I'm just what he needs.
So maybe I'll leave my toothbrush in his bathroom
and a dress in his closet,
maybe get comfy (or frisky) on the couch,
maybe I'll let him say "we" a few times,
I might even try it out,
We
Us
maybe add some future words,
Will
Should
Next summer
Next Christmas.
He's New York penthouse
and I'm small town trailer park
but We
say, "I love you"
  Nov 2014 Arun C
Some Person
I know
you're not reading this
Not right now
But I want to say
I'm trying
to process things
I'm trying
to figure you out
And to see
if there might be
something to this
If you might be
someone I could be with
Someone that might
light me up
someday
Can you communicate
on my level?
I mean
Can you speak to my
sadness
that I sometimes live with
Or is that a place
you don't want to go
Because so far
we're just kind of
having fun
which is good
But I will need more
Because
I don't come
packaged neatly
with a bow
Not anymore.
Arun C Nov 2014
The boy poet
blushed
and asked the pretty girl out
she smiled and said
maybe
the boy poet grabbed a pen
and scribbled this
before tock could follow tick
it was real quick

Maybe
is a giant oak tree
filled with many acorns
and each single acorn
drops and exclaims
yes,
yes,
yes
  Nov 2014 Arun C
Dawn Anderson
I made a wrong choice
I miss him
I'm jealous
I want him
I need him
I only want to talk to him

He makes me smile
He makes me laugh
He makes me happy
He doesn't love me
He can't anymore

I left him
I made a bad choice
He doesn't care
He made the right choice
I'm not okay
He's not in love
We are apart
Forever.
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