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 Aug 2015 unwritten
Tyler Durden
If you count the nights
Look back in time
I try and remember when we were all fine
Before fun meant
Passed out drunk on the floor
Higher than ever before
Before fun meant
*** in the back of a car
We just wait next door
And now I see
You just replaced me
With every substance that you could see
So now do you see?
That I'm miss you
But are you missing me?
 Aug 2015 unwritten
Tyler Durden
I'm scared to death of what comes next
But maybe it's not about how I feel.
Searching for refuge in this world of uncertainty. Now I know what it means to be on the other side.
So, I am getting my IGCSE results on Tuesday and I'm so nervous. The anxiety is killing me. #IGCSE #Exams #finalyear #anxious #worrying
 Aug 2015 unwritten
Creep
Home
 Aug 2015 unwritten
Creep
The stars will guide you home,
my mother once told me.
So I looked into your eyes,
and let myself be brought
back to where the heart lies,
home.
Home
by Edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros
i am not pretty i am not beautiful i am not
poetry i am not music i am not inspiration i am
not good luck i am not strong i am not lucky i am
not smart i am not a relationship i am never looking back
i am mondays i am not fridays i am not red or blue or
gray or black i am not a disaster i am not a tornado
i am not a hurricane i have no eye in me
i am not captivation i am procrastination i am a constant
dark sky there is no light in me i am not honesty
i am a bundle of never ending lies i am insomnia i
am a biting insect called insecurity i am not a butterfly
i am not a night owl i am more like a tree that never grows
i am not sunshine i am not the moon i am not a star i
am an asteroid i am a college workload i am an infinite
amount of excuses and insults loving me will not
be like falling into a cocoon of warmth it will be
more like being tied to a rock in the middle of the ocean
i am not a model type skinny i am instead a bag of twigs
i am not a calm swim i am drowning i am your last shot of
***** that turns into 20 i am the penny stuck to the bottom
of a jar i am lost money i am scalding hot chocolate
i am times square i am letters i am gigantic words that you
can't pronounce i am late night studying i am your favorite
coffee shop that closes early i am not the girl that
you will spend the rest of your life happily with i am the
key to a motel door and a night you will regret i am the
one night stand you wish you could stop thinking about
i am auto correct that is never right i am the phone number you
cannot forget i am reliable i like to think about running away
but i never will spending your life with me will not be happy but
it will also never be sad because i cannot stand to see
people sad even though sometimes i am and i use big
words and if you can't pronounce them then i'll teach
you how to and i procrastinate all the time but i'll help you
be organized and i'll wake you up early so that you can
get to your favorite coffee shop and i'll warn you that the
hot chocolate is scalding hot i'll cut you off after your
last shot of ***** and i'll write you bad poetry that'll make
you laugh to make up for it and we'll spend the
entire night watching bad romance movies and cursing
love so that you can try and forget that one night stand and
because i never learned how to swim i always stick by the
life guard so i'll save you if you drown and i am not
perfect but i am also not broken; instead i am a never ending
cycle of both regret and loneliness and so much more
but i'll make sure that you'll never have to suffer any of that
because i am your july thirty first thoughts, and you are mine

(h.l.)
don't ask me how this happened because i wasn't even planning on writing a poem. also the line "i am not a hurricane i have no eye in me" is from @hs_poetry on instagram
here's how it begins:
you're driving along exit ninety five and suddenly
his favorite song comes on the radio and it still knocks
the air out of your lungs it still shocks you and
sends you into a spiral of flashbacks and memories of
him humming and mouthing the lyrics unconsciously and
he's tapping the window to the beat next to you
and you're laughing and telling him to stop because he's
distracting you ******* it he's always distracting you
and the car behinds you honks it's horn and the memory
of his hazel eyes leave you almost as fast as they came
it reminds you of a curve ball and now you're thinking
about baseball which reminds you of him because he loves
baseball and it's awful and you barely make it home in
one piece but you do, not necessarily because you want to
but because you needed to see him one last time,
you needed to read all the letters he wrote you because you
needed a reason to keep living you need a reminder
of why you can't give up but instead he texts you a lyric
from her favorite song and you introduced him to
that band before but he never really liked it until she did
and your hands are shaking, your eyes are blurry and
that's it you don't need anything else, no letter or song or
picture will ever fix anything because there's no hope he
is not yours anymore and he never will be so you
climb into bed and cover yourself in blankets even though
it's fifty degrees because your heart is freezing and
that is all that really matters

(h.l.)
therapy by all time low
 Aug 2015 unwritten
Solihin
Untitled
 Aug 2015 unwritten
Solihin
It has been months and i did not stop missing you , not even a minute.
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