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  Feb 2016 vinny
Natalie
do not date a girl
who writes.
she will internalize
everything,
carve poems
into your eyelashes
instead of
kissing them,

she will analyze you,
calculate age
from the rings
your coffee cup
leaves
instead of refilling it.

she will memorize
the way your
lips curl around steam,
but not that you
take it
two sugars,
no cream.

she will read your
palm instead of
holding it
against her chest.

she will not
blink
when you leave,
because she is
already
romanticizing it.
  Feb 2016 vinny
syhlent blue
Stuck in my own prison

My thoughts have enchained me

Bound to these feelings that I crave

Desiring the closure that I deserve

You took my shallow heart and gave it depth

Then you left

Making me believe that there's so much more to hold on to

Then letting go

Now I'm the only one holding on

Also holding on to all these mixed emotions

While you let go of everything we had

I'm starting to think we never had it

Please disconnect me from these memories

I need to breathe

I inhaled you

You exhaled me

I give you more

You give me nothing

Now I'm trapped in this lost and found

And you'll never come back to reclaim what you once had

Maybe it's because you never lost it

You let it go and found something new..
vinny Feb 2016
i don't know where you are
just need 2 words:

i'm ok

if i don't hear soon
2 words for you:

*stay beautiful
i hope you are taking good care
vinny Feb 2016
your self imprisonment
no visitation
i can't taste life anymore
need you free

your curled up in the darkest corner
of your cell
clutching the key

i was an accomplice
to your brilliant delinquency

hoping they
incarcerate me
i hope it's not to late for you.
vinny Feb 2016
fell to earth came apart in the stratosphere
been searching for the wreckage many years

don’t resent me i know it seems like forever
sifting through sand a painstaking endeavor

came in so hot i hope there’s something left
If His angel stolen will revenge this theft

smell the burning rubber hole in the ozone
feet first destination unknown
broken a thousand ways
never put back together the same
brutally but lovely
kept at bay
  Feb 2016 vinny
Melissa S
Even though it has been ages
since we've talked
I know I got to you
I seeped under your skin
And I still reside there
Quietly waiting...
For you to feel that itch again
If you would just scratch
You could still feel me
Wow such a surprise~ Thanks HP for the daily selection honor and Thank you fellow poets for all the nice comments. I truly appreciate them all!!
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