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Someday,
I'd like to,
Write,
A poem where,
Every,
Line is written,
By,
A different poet.
I think it'd be a cool thing to try out. Let me know if you guys are interested.
If you would like to participate, write up a line for the poem and email it to me at hardisonabbott@gmail.com. Make sure to include your name or pen name in the email that way I can credit you. I will arrange the lines in a way that makes sense to read.
Thanks guys.
Name of the poem is pending if you guys have ideas let me know, please forward this to anyone who you'd think would be interested, I want to make this a real thing.
I think I fall in love too easily,
Maybe that's why people keep leaving me.
I have a whole box of herbal tea,
That I bought after she left me by our favorite tree.
It's still my favorite tree.
Lukas Buijs Dec 2024
BFF
Why? Why?
I’ve got my-
Got my mind open.
Still, I’m guarded,
Redefined,
No heart showing.
No more.

Why? Why?
If this was love for you
What made me flee?
our heart fell apart,
crumbled to dust-
Over your friend.

Why? Why?
That girl-
Your BFF’s a liar,
Got me looking over shoulders,
Patting down for wires.
Milky brown gaze,
Its warmth soothing-
But doubt’s shadow,
Creeping close.


Why? Why?
Know what’s right, you.
Know I’m right.
Here.

With my mind open.
Inspired by "IGORS THEME" by Tyler the Creator
Lukas Buijs Dec 2024
their bright white smile
made the beast slumber, to write
its apology
Lukas Buijs Dec 2024
Lungs of steel, for I have met her gaze
One brow curls up as I try to get away
Those disgusting light-brown pearls
set my guts aflame
Tightly closed jaws judge me
harder than any words

she plagues my mind
hurting when i long to rest
witty thing she is
ruining my sanity
all cozy and safe in my brain
I vow by her end

To plot that day again
And greet her like I owe
With a devilish snarl
Lusting for vengeance
Her pale face covered in awe
for the horror that unravels
Making the final blow

I stopped wondering why
the pondering makes me
crave that day
More than she’ll ever know
pondering too much is never healthy
Lukas Buijs Dec 2024
NPD
Honey, honey, love me for my money
Love me like you have never done
Keep forcing it upon me
I truly think you can be the one
The girl that really wants me
you will treat me nicely
and bear me my only son
But wait…

Don’t go, don’t go, I bought you the front row
I bought us some seats and rented
The building for our love-show
If you’ve taken my love for granted
Be vigilant at your window
Worry for tomorrow
I might come by to end it
Just wait…

Body, Body, stop saying you’re sorry
Stop pretending that you care now
you know you broke my glory
If you were really in love, then vow
To always be my quarry
be part of my story
until bullets pierce my brow
I’ll wait…
NPD is a mental health condition in which people have an unreasonably high sense of their own importance and need excessive attention and admiration.
Lukas Buijs Dec 2024
My mother’s face has changed
Wise wrinkles carve paths in what once was smooth skin
I trace those lines with my eyes
The glance a mere grasp of who she is

I embrace her hands in awe
brushing my fingers along hers
feeling palms of sandpaper
unable to say a word

short breaths for there’s
A stone stuck in my throat
Dwelling up cramped tears
Forcing my eyes to close

Her voice barely a whisper
dryer than her hands
telling me to forgive her
for tiny things she did

i beg her to stop
since I should be pleading
thus her voice wanders off
yet so does her touch

I open my eyes in horror
To find a world full of nothing
those wrinkles finally catched up
leaving me empty-handed.
inspired by "Tomorrow" by Tyler the Creator

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