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 Apr 2015 Arun C
Abbie Rodriguez
Things I have sacrificed
Efforts I have invested
Time I have spent
Love I have given

Thought they were appreciated
By the man I have always wanted
But I was wrong...
It's not what I expected

How do I "unlove"* you?
Asked by a woman named Genie
It was a scene from a movie
That totally hit me

Am I able to hate the one I love
Just because I didn't get what I believe I must have?
Or can I just learn to let go and forget
Of the man who doesn't want to  stay?
I composed this poem after watching a Philippine movie "Starting Over Again."
 Apr 2015 Arun C
Stephanie
Wild Ones
 Apr 2015 Arun C
Stephanie
There is a kingdom,
out past the conscious bounds,
where the wild ones live.
Those who are more free
than our own bodies
would ever let us be.
But if one’s soul
is in touch enough
with the truth
of the universe,
they will be welcome.
 Apr 2015 Arun C
Kate
The sky never seemed more darker
with these thoughts running threw my head
craving for something to feed on
I try to shut them up
lock them up in a wooden box
and throw them into the river where hopes drown
But as they wrap around my wrist
puncturing my heart along with it
I remember the key was in my pocket.
 Apr 2015 Arun C
Abbie Rodriguez
There's a world for you and me
Only the two of us can see
A world that's full of complicacy
But nothing compared to our love's potency

Times have passed
Storms have moved toward
Showed that we can move forward
And had triumph with the help of our God

For once we are strangers
But fate moved us closer
Touching our lives together
Proving the existence of FOREVER
 Apr 2015 Arun C
Sydney Glenn
sometimes, in highly inappropriate moments,
like when i am at church or driving or watching a movie with my sisters,
your hands ghost over me and my blood turns to fire again.
i can feel the little circles rubbed on my arm with a surprising tenderness,
i can feel legs twisted up with mine,
i can feel soft lips against my neck and a voracious appetite at my jawline.
goosebumps spread up my body as my toes curl and my face flushes,
and i remember all too well.
The best one night stand you've ever had
 Apr 2015 Arun C
kas
disconsolate
 Apr 2015 Arun C
kas
The first time you saw her,
she had drifted into your apartment
on the tail end of a gust of winter wind.
She was just tagging along as a friend of a friend.
Her starry eyes and half smile
were what got to you,
and they were enough to keep you around.
You caught a glimpse of her
reckless nightmare
almost immediately.
She was stuck in the middle of a
downward spiral,
and she took you along for the ride.
You couldn’t seem to find a reason for it.
She was just sad.
Her body was made up of
howling heart attacks
and incandescent suicide notes.
She was bad dreams,
a fractured spine,
lips hemorrhaging secrets,
and ******* shoved to the back of a throat.
She was laughter at four in the morning
and daisies in a hurricane
with dark hair and darker eyes,
all wrapped up tight in a skeletal frame.
She was your bulletin board of best kept secrets
that you covered with love notes.
You were always trying
to glue her broken pieces back together,
but her edges sliced your skin to shreds.
She did not want to be saved.
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