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 Nov 2014 MysteryBear
Unknown
His eyes were green,
his were blue.
He was tall, upholding many inches,
more than a few.
They bonded quickly, grew closer.
Neither thought it'd be over.

Laughs were shared, and giggles were tossed,
tickles roaming the couch,
smiles never leaving the mouth.

They were open, happy as ever,
until Management wouldn't let them be together.
They grew apart, fingertips barely brushing,
making them feel as if they were nothing.

They barely share a glace,
because they never get the chance.
They can only stare with a dull glow,
while the other sings their solo.

One lies, one suffers.
Both sharing the same fear.
Maybe, all of us here,
can come together one day,
and realize that gay is okay.
 Nov 2014 MysteryBear
D
Am I turning into one of those girls?
You know the ones I'm talking about―
The ones who make excuses for their bruises,
And hide the marks on their neck with pretty scarves?

Am I becoming the girl who I always said I'd never be?
I watched my mom growing up, strong and independent.
She always said "You know, you're a lot like me."
But am I really? I'm not sure anymore..

Oh look, a new one. My first thought
Is how to hide it from sight.
The second is what I'll say
If somehow my sweater rides up too high.

And the third is what will happen
If they don't believe my lie?
What will I tell them then?
Whatever happens, I mustn't cry.

No, I can't cry.
If I do, everyone will know
Know what I'm hiding
Behind all the baggy clothes

Secrets so dark, Monsters are scared;
Scratches so deep, no doctor would dare;
Black and blue bruises― my permanent paint,
Stained to my skin, forever more shall be taint.

And yet..
After this horrifying discovery
I still love him, don't I?
Of course I do..

And still..
I'll cover my body with his sweatshirt,
Not uttering a single word.
Because I can't lose you..
 Nov 2014 MysteryBear
WickedHope
~Christopher McCandless**

My happiness is so temporary
I wish I had someone to share it with
        But
He (1) doesn't love me
  He (2) just wants to **** me
She (A) thinks I'm crazy
  She (B [& C]) believes I'm innocent
And he (3) has had enough

So I'm all alone
Feeling happy
But lacking love
Finally not depressed,
Not like the people I'm closest to care.
*Sigh*
 Nov 2014 MysteryBear
one llucy
I heard this all from the grapevine,
curiosity killed the cat…
so… seems unlikely that my dog killed your chickens
just give the poor dog a bone
it's pretty much genetics
all that nature versus nurture
even he makes mistakes…
let's let boys be boys
bygones be bygones
you should always love your neighbor
I know you eat chicken too
we can't be having the *** calling all the kettles black
you know what they say?
If you can't beat 'em,
                                          join 'em.
My dog killed all my neighbors chickens…. not a good way to make new friends.
There was once a girl
Who loved the rain
And a boy
Who loved the sun

They met one day
In the drunken moonlight
Fireflies fell from the trees
Burning out before dawn

His hands were warm
And her's were cold

They breathed in unison
Opposites
Their eyes flickering
Against the sinking sky

"You make my heart race."
He said.
"You make my heart slow."
She whispered.

The sunlight stabbed the night
And the moon fell
Out of sight
Pulling down
A thousand clouds

"Kiss me,"
He demanded.
And she did.
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