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 Sep 2014 Alethea
Bunhead17
Emotions
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Bunhead17
I'm strong and then weak
I'm happy and then sad
I have mixed emotions
I'm always dreading the bad
And wondering where will it end
Im trying to fill this hole
In my heart
Id tried letting go
Of you
But yet I'm still holding on
To something that's no longer there
I have mixed emotions about you
And life
One minute I love you then
The next I hate you
One minute I'm here then
The next I'm gone
Sometimes I feel like gods
Calling me back home
One minute I feel alive and the next
I feel dead
I still think that one day
My phone will ring and I'll hear your voice again
I have mixed emontions
Its so many emotions
Like one minute I have faith then
The next I don't
Sometimes I wish
That I could just let go
Because I have
Mixed emotions...about you
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Miranda
Untitled
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Miranda
its strange to hold shame for such things:
desire, hunger, pain, my name,

having a body that holds a brain
observations
 Sep 2014 Alethea
cr
the curves on my
frame are the lines of
a sketch bent slightly
too far; i'm an awkward
angle in geometry
class no one dares to
find and this tiny black

dress is revealing too
much in too little
time. the whispers of
crisscrossed marked
thighs and starry knees
swirl before me and i'm

gone, disconnected. they say
black is slimming but
i've never felt more
potent and i hope
to god no one can see
right through me.

formal dances aren't
ideal for the invisible.
why in hell did i choose a black dress again?
 Sep 2014 Alethea
gwen
myth 1
 Sep 2014 Alethea
gwen
absence does not make
the heart grow fonder; absence
makes the heart **forget.
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Marissa Kohlman
We’ve all seen them….
The people with the glazed over eyes
        Stuck halfway in that world
                   And halfway in this
Their clothing still covered in grave dust
         From the skeletons they wrestled with all through the night.

“We have history,” they say
         But now it’s a fairytale
                   And they can’t let go….
Poem 7 in my "7 Poems in 7 Days" self-challenge.  Bonus challenge:  All titles must be school subjects.
Challenge complete!!
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Mitchie
I'm quirky, I'm nerdy,
I'm short and I'm curvy,
I always feel a little chilly;
is that just me?

My voice always cracks,
my homework sometimes stacks,
I don't dot every i or cross every t;
is that just me?

I cry when I'm happy,
my clothes are a little shabby,
my bedroom isn't always clean;
is that just me?

My books are a bit battered,
my thoughts are scattered,
I sing off key;
is that just me?

I stutter when I talk,
there's always a limp in my walk,
I laugh so hard I can't breathe;
is that just me?

Sometimes I feel like I'm not enough,
but I have friends who show their love,
my life is like a happy dream;
is that just me?

I like to hold people's hands,
and cuddle in football stands,
sometimes I act a little silly;
is that just me?

We might be somewhat the same,
we may even share the same name,
but no one else, I guarantee,
can be anything just like me.
This is definitely all over the place, but I tried to be cute.
 Sep 2014 Alethea
axr
'Do you accept her as your lawfully wedded wife?'
'I do'
'Do you accept him as your lawfully wedded husband?'
'I do'
Now, pour the champagne!  
Watch the couple dance
Get drunk till no one's to be blamed
What a beautiful wedding it is!
They well spend the rest of their lives together
Beautiful forever
Shh.. We all know about their exes
Their decisions made in vain
But it's okay
They won't break a vow
or point out flaws
Let's find the profound
Dance to the blaring sound
Happy ever afters may not exist
Shh..It's time for them to kiss!
Lies on top of lies
We'll dance whilst they fight
Questioning intentions
and other confusions
Little by little
All these vows they break
Point out the flaws
which they embraced
Showing their true faces
Their souls bare naked
Struck by the pain of infidelity
Driven to insanity
Run for your lives!
Their anger has set the chapel on fire!
pretty white dress turning to  ashes
His jaw tightened
Lump in their throats
Words unspoken
Promises broken
With trembling lips he said
"I don’t love any more.
I hope you understand this.
I want a divorce. "
The bride wasn't everything the groom desired
If they loved each other
They're in a castle
with flickering candles
So yeah..its about a failed marriage
 Sep 2014 Alethea
Shamas Hereth
(On her canvas, brushes will cross;
he, the art of loving the loss)

Notice, nod, smile
make strange worth her while.

Stand, wink, wave
break poise,
misbehave.

Give first free of charge
and by last; indemnify.
Attain room without barge
-wend, strain, stratify.
The Art of Loving the Loss (Series Poem, pt. 1)
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