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 Jul 2015 Mallow
A Lopez
Hatred
 Jul 2015 Mallow
A Lopez
Hatred is a poison that fills your body. It becomes impossible to think of anything else but the object of your hatred. Sometimes if you don't encounter the object of your hatred for a length of time, the hatred may dissipate throughout your body. You may be under the impression that the feeling is gone. The truth is that is has spread like a cancer. It is very important if possible to tell the person who you are angry with how you feel. If this is not possible it might be helpful to discuss your feelings with others. In any case do not let this hatred sit and poison your body.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
Olive
Redundant.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
Olive
When you tell people you like poetry,
they start listing off all these poets, all the ones they know,
and you, if you're like me, just look utterly disinterested,
because me,
I do not need a name to a work,
I do not need to be aware of what this poet is and stands for,
I just need to feel it, deep inside my brain, pounding my skull
breaking into my rib cage and peeling my heart out
ripping me apart.
Thats what poetry is to me.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
mike
ive become a naked woman.

ill give thousands
of naked children
to the world.

ill cry until the earth
is a cold and distant earth
when they leave to love
the other naked women
of the world.

ill have no use
for my naked body then.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
SG Holter
We fed the sparrows.
They were the size of their eggs.

She traced the muscles of my
Arm with a nail painted

Satanic black, then rested her river
Of hair of equal tone against my shoulder.  

Didn't need to whisper
Anything. We were both there.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
Olive
Closet
 Jul 2015 Mallow
Olive
I spent my years in the closet
no, not like that.
I spent my years in the closet,
my clothes were my skin,
Black clothes meant please help me,
blue clothes meant I'm getting sad
Tie dye meaning I want to be free,
Yellow clothes meaning I was happy,
I realized I never looked good in yellow.
 Jul 2015 Mallow
Eva Rushton
I'm still just me
why cant you see
blind eyes by her
away she lures

A falling star
with an ugly scar
I've shown so bright
Now dull despite

Away you walk
I want to talk
to ask you why
You eat her lie

I'm still just me
Why cant you see
Blind eyes by her
Away she lures

Written by E.M .Rushton
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