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Wherever you look she is there, waiting;
beautiful and cold as she is,
for someone to entertain her.

When the sleepy skies yawn away and
his golden locks take the podium,
he can’t help but notice only her.

He invites to dance, so she lifts her skirts high
and puts her transparent hand in his and
together they dance their crystal waltz.

He might entertain her only for a while,
because she will soon perish from something
magically beautiful to just another puddle.*

But despite knowing this, she does not mind at all.
We almost made it
Hence the word almost
You left with no trace

Do you regret leaving?
I* am a mess without you
Don't pretend we were nothing

You promised you'd be there for me
Only me
Unfortunately, you lied

Liquor is now your replacement
Eating seems pointless
After you left, everything lost meaning
Volcano meets tornado
Erase my foolishness

Maybe I still love you
Even now, when you don't deserve it

*?
This is an acrostic poem I wrote a long time ago...
It's such a strain listening
To the sound of one hand clapping
It wears and tears at the best
And I'm far from that
So, I'll take my tired heart
And empty the rattling contents
Into the nearest ******* bin
Kick a tin can down the street
And await whatever comes next

                                               By Phil Roberts
Why
"I know that you love her
but why
why wont you admit you have feeling for her
why
i know you'll hurt me but i still want you
why
i look off and i stare than i see you
why
But most of all why do i care so much"
You'll waste a lot of time
waiting for people to become
who you want them to be.
And miss out
on the treasures
that they are meant to be.

*Cherish
Someone once asked me how I knew I loved him,
and it really took me back because
I knew I loved him when I stopped doubting
and questioning.
I knew I loved him when I didn't have to ask for
someone else's perspective
to compare it to mine.

Nowadays we become So Obsessed
with wondering
that we forget to let nature take its course.

We want to feel love so badly that
we ignore everything that reassures us.


I knew that I loved him when
he himself was more important
than wondering.

I knew I loved him when
he made me feel it so abrasively
and smoothly
at the same time.
Breezy

Don't get me wrong, though.
Falling in love can be
exhausting
confusing
and terrifying.

But
when you are in sense with yourself
you just

**know.
Every spring I get this thing
where my thoughts take wing
and my soul wants to sing

It was after the last fall
when it seemed winter had taken it all
that my world became small

It was only then I could see
you were right for me
and maybe we were meant to be
after all
?
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